Since there were no serious repercussions, this crisis came and went as a simple matter. Evraâs strict mannerisms and his fierce criticism of Jasper made the entire thing akin to dropping a stone into the sea, negligible.
Jasper thanked Min Chen solemnly afterward, but the latter waved it off and answered, âIt doesnât matter, it isnât a big deal.â
Evra snorted, never wanting to pay attention to this abominable guy again!
No wonder Farrell would say: Donât compare yourself to Min Chen! This inhuman creature can kill with just words!
In the hustle and bustle of Paris, Qi Mu naturally didnât know of this âsmall matter.â
On the fifth day of practice, Qi Mu stared at the music score of his adaptation. He laughed a little and turned it over, saying to himself, âNow. . . I really have no ideas left. . .â
He had never done anything like this in the past, especially adapting such a familiar song. These days, he had practiced ăNo. 24ă to the point that he could hear it in his head before going to bed at night. Yet, it still did not reach the level Professor Akkad desired.
Qi Mu practiced the song again and again for the entire afternoon, hoping to find some inspiration. Of course, nothing appeared. After heaving a long sigh, he packed up his things.
After leaving college, he would either head to the Seine River or the Eiffel Tower to see the sceneryââthis was Qi Muâs life nowadays.
He wanted to find inspiration in the relaxation, but the elves were being mischievous and hiding it from him.
Qi Mu dried his hair that evening and gave a rare peek at the Danube Forum. Pleasantly surprised at the speed of the internet, he refreshed the front page.
The most popular posts were about the Vienna Symphony Orchestraâs performance tonight. Qi Mu had been âisolatedâ from the world the past few days and realized that now. . . Evra and the orchestra gave their premiere concert in London already!
Qi Muâs hatred at seeing the name âVienna Symphony Orchestraâ had already loosened. Of course, he couldnât guarantee that he wouldnât break that scum to pieces next time he saw him, to let him experience the same agony of suffocating to death.
He read a few more posts then stopped paying any mind to it. About to close the page, he saw a few threads marked âHot.â All of them introduced Bai Aiâs concert that would be held in three days.
Qi Mu suddenly realized. . . Bai Ai left Paris quite a while ago.
He hadnât realized it had been so long. . . Over the past few days, he had been in constant contact with that man by text, so Qi Mu didnât even realize he was on the other side of the strait.
Since Qi Mu arrived in Paris, he and Min Chen were often in contact, like friends. At first, Min Chen accidentally sent a text when practicing the piano. At the time, Akkad happened to be on the sofa nearby and saw his screen.
The little old man pouted, âLittle Seven, exactly how do you use Chinese characters? The language is too complicated, who are you talking to?â
Qi Mu remembered. . . his proud teacher seemed to dislike Min Chen recently. Thus, he felt fortunate his phone defaulted to Chinese.
He later told Min Chen it was probably best not to contact him during the day. After all. . . not only did he have to practice, but he also had the temperamental Akkad beside him.
He was in such constant contact with the man, it was strange that Qi Mu didnât know Bai Ai was holding a concert in London. He studied the English text on his computer and his phone vibrated next to him.
Qi Mu paused when he saw the name flash across the screen then laughed, âWhat a coincidence.â He answered the call, âGood evening, Min Chen.â He held the phone to his ear in one hand and smiled, âI was just reading about Bai Aiâs concert, didnât expect your call.â
The man on the other side of the phone didnât expect such a coincidence either. Min Chen whispered in reply, âChristole hasnât been in good health, so it was delayed a little.â After a pause, he asked, âParis isnât that far from London, do you need tickets?â
Qi Mu looked at a post titled ăNo tickets for Bai Ai. God has abandoned me.ă Min Chenâs words were a direct contradiction, and he shook his head, âIâm afraid I donât have time. I have no idea with that adaptation, so I really donât have spare time to go out.â
The tall, handsome man standing outside the orchestraâs rehearsing hall frowned and asked, âWhatâs the problem?â
Although Min Chen said to contact him if he had any difficulties, Qi Mu hadnât said anything else, and Min Chen mistakenly assumed everything was going smoothly.
The young man on the phone sighed, âWhen you played No. 24, I had a rough idea, but I couldnât capture that feeling. I think. . . Iâm not sure if itâs because it was over the phone or something, but youâve been busy lately, so I didnât tell you.â
Qi Mu knew that Min Chen was leading Bai Aiâs concert in London so he would have to lead the rehearsals before the performance. Min Chen wouldnât have much spare time either.
Qi Mu stared at the text on his computer and smiled into the phone, âThank you for your help. In time, I think I might find that feeling Teacher wants.â
After exchanging a few more words, Qi Mu hung up, turned around and started to pick up the clothes strewn about, tidying up his room.
What he didnât know is, under the cold moonlight, the handsome conductor stared at his phone with a profound gaze. No one knew what he was thinking.
A blond with blue eyes rushed out of the rehearsal hall and found the person he was looking for. âHey, Min! Who did you call? Christole already gave the first rehearsal. Come!â
In front of the large windows, Min Chen turned to Daniel and asked, âHas he finished?â
Daniel nodded, âYes. Youâve been on the phone for a while. Say, Min, who on earth have you been contacting? You were never like this before!â Daniel seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened in horror. âGod, Min! Youâre not in love with some cute girl, are you?â
Min Chen: â. . .â
âOh God, itâs possible. Only love would make a person so blind! Only love would change you so much, you cold bastard! Min, quick, tell me. Which lovely lady is it?â
Min Chenâs cold eyes swept over Daniel, disgusted. He sighed through his nose and gave a muffled reply, âQi Mu.â
âOh, her name is Qi Mu. Thatâs a lovely name, just like. . . Hang on a second! Min, who are you talking about?! Qi Mu? Isnât that Engelchenâs name?! Damn, they share the same name? Oh no, who will give their daughter such a name. . . Donât tell me, itâs really that lovely Chinese angel?!â
Daniel was so frightened that his face changed. He thought for a long while then asked tentatively, âMin. . . am I thinking too much? Why are you so concerned about Engelchen lately? Do you want to bring him into our orchestra?â
Min Chen raised an eyebrow in surprise and repeated his question, âDo you want to bring him into our orchestra?â
â. . .â
Daniel cried, âMy God, Min! You donât want to bring him into the orchestra?! Are you really in love with him?!â
After a moment of impatient silence, Min Chen walked to the rehearsal hall.
Unfortunately, the talkative agent was wrapped up in the topic and spewed things like: âMin, do you like Engelchen?â, âOh no, Engelchen is a man!â, âBut if you like him, thatâs okay too. Better than having no one in your life.â and so on.
Daniel concluded his blabbering with, âEven if you like a man, itâs better than being alone all your life God, Iâve never seen you like anyone, even after knowing you for so many years. . . Itâs like Engelchen was sent by God to save you, and the rest of us oppressed by the devil. . . yes. . .â
Danielâs words were drowned out by the manâs cold, indifferent eyes. He gulped, â. . . Min?â
âWhy arenât you continuing?â Min Chenâs face was expressionless. He asked in a dull tone, âYou think. . . I like him?â
âDamn it! You dare say you donât?! Then why are you so kind to him?! Donât think I donât know! I heard from Akkad, that stinky old man said you brought chocolate and asked him to take Engelchen as a student!â
This response was beyond Min Chenâs expectation. After a pause, he calmly answered, âQi Mu is a good seedling, and Akkad is a suitable teacher for him.â
Daniel was incredulous, âThatâs something that should be done by family! Donât say you suddenly have a good heart and want to sow the seed of love to the world. Thatâs Godâs business, it has nothing to do with you demons.â
Min Chen frowned and did not reply.
Daniel waved his hand, âOkay, okay. I hope itâs just me thinking too much. Who told you to hold your phone and wait for texts every day looking like my niece waiting for her boyfriend to call? Iâll leave this matter alone. Itâs your private business anyway. Letâs go and rehearse!â
With that, Daniel hurried into the rehearsal hall, but after a few steps, he noticed the man who should have followed was gone.
Daniel turned and asked, âHey, Min. What are you doing. . .â
Danielâs voice halted.
Under the endless sky, Min Chen stood alone in Londonâs dark night, rooted in place. The lips praised by many fans as the sexiest in the world were pursed tight, and his always cold Phoenixâs eyes were blank.
Danielâs heartbeat spiked, and he understood something was happening, but. . . he couldnât quite grasp it.
Min Chen tightened his fist until well-manicured nails left crescent marks in his palms. After several moments, he dropped his gaze and asked, quietly to himself: