Europeans have always been the type to be calm and enjoy the silence, to dislike disturbing the peace and quiet. This manifested even in Parisians. Paris was quiet and empty in the night. Only the rustle of leaves could be heard after dark, making the entire city melodious.
From the college to Qi Muâs apartment, it was only two blocks. It was pretty close, but right now, Qi Mu felt it was a long ways away. He walked side by side with this man who, for some reason, suddenly appeared in Paris, and it slowed his pace.
Qi Mu wanted to ask why he was here, but he remembered. . . in their texts the past few days, he had mentioned he didnât need to be present at the next two concerts.
So. . . if he wanted to travel Europe, he was free to do so now?
Qi Mu didnât know what to say, so he looked ahead at the road lit by the moon.
The first rain of spring had fallen a few days ago, and the temperature wasnât that low in the evenings, but Qi Mu still wore an extra scarfââ
He had always been afraid of the cold.
âSpring in Paris has always been good,â The manâs voice rang out in the quiet street, and Qi Mu turned to look at him in surprise. Min Chen tilted his head up a little to look at the dim moon and whispered, âI like the spring in here, itâs quieter than in Berlin.â
This kind of conversation confused Qi Mu. After thinking for a while, he came to an epiphany, âSo. . . you came to Paris for this?â
Min Chen calmly nodded in affirmation: âYes.â
Qi Mu laughed, âIâve never seen spring in Berlin, I donât know what itâs like.â
Although there was a faint smile on his face, Qi Mu thought inwardly: So he came to Paris for spring. For a second there. . . I thought he came looking for me.
There was a smile in Min Chenâs dark eyes. He nodded and blackened his industrial city without hesitation, âIn Berlin, the air is terrible this time of year. Un. . . not as good as Paris.â
Qi Mu had never been to Berlin during spring before, so he nodded along, âI see. . .â
Min Chen nodded, âThatâs right.â
. . . Youâre going to get slaughtered by all the Berliners!
âI think spring in London is too. Right, speaking of London, I heard Bai Aiâs concert was a success. I saw ăClassical Parisăâs review and the special introduction by the ăVoice of Franceă. . .â
Once he changed the topic, the awkward atmosphere faded a bit.
When they arrived downstairs at Qi Muâs apartment, he felt as if the time had passed too quickly and he hadnât gotten the chance to talk much. But, looking at the time, it was quite late. He laughed and waved his hand, âSince weâre both in Paris, we can contact each other more.â
Min Chen tucked both hands into the pockets of his trench coat and nodded, âyeah, good night.â
Qi Mu smiled, âBe careful on your way back.â
The bright moon overhead was slowly covered by a dark cloud, and only two or three pedestrians walked the narrow street. The beautiful young man smiled and after saying a few more words turned and went into the building. The other man watched him go upstairs but still didnât leave right away.
Min Chen tilted his head up and watched the window of Qi Muâs room in silence. The lights flickered on inside, and the darkness just outside was lit up as well.
He himself didnât know why. . . he had suddenly come to Paris.
He remembered wanting to know what Qi Mu had been doing all this time, so he rushed over to find the answer. But in that dark corridor, when he saw the youthâs slender back, he felt as if âfinding the answerâ was no longer important.
At first, he had found the younger manâs violin a little familiar, so he paid special attention to him.
Later, he found out Qi Muâs sound was identical to that man, so he devoted all his attention to this strange anomaly.
When, in fact, before last year, Min Chen didnât even know the person he had spent years looking for. . . was called Lu Zi Wen.
The seemingly insignificant help he received from that person in his childhood was engraved deeply in his heart. When he finally found him, he was surprised to learn the other man had already become the deputy concertmaster for the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. So Min Chen decided toââ
Give him a hand.
He recommended Lu Zi Wen to Mr. Dorenza and helped him with that grand performance with the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra.
But before he could even think of what to say when they met, it became impossible. Then, he met someone with the exact same violin as Lu Zi Wen. . .
Qi Mu.
There were a lot of thoughts in Min Chenâs head, but on the surface, he still wore an indifferent expression. He looked at the bright window overhead and wondered how long it had been, then abruptly turned and disappeared into the dark alley.
When Qi Mu woke up the next day, he went downstairs with his violin and saw a familiar figure. He froze for a moment then walked over and smiled, âMin Chen? What a coincidence?â
Min Chen shook his head under the warm sunshine of that spring morning, âUnfortunately not, I was waiting for you.â
Qi Mu: â. . .â
Min Chen didnât seem to notice his speechlessness and raised his left hand to look at his watch. âItâll be 8 oâclock in thirty minutes. If you donât go now. . . wonât you be late?â
Qi Mu still didnât know why he was at his apartment, but he did know he needed to get going. He walked while he spoke, âItâs alright. Professor Akkad is in the United States for an event. He wonât be back for another few days. It doesnât matter if Iâm a little late.â
It only took ten minutes to get to the conservatory, but Qi Mu had to get breakfast, so it naturally took more time. His pace was quick as he went, but he didnât expect Min Chen to follow him all the way there.
Qi Mu smiled as he received the bread from the baker uncle then walked alongside the German conductor. âMin Chen, did you come to find me for something today? Iâve been busy with the assignment Teacher gave me, so I donât have much time.â Qi Mu suddenly remembered, âThatâs right, have you had breakfast yet? Want some?â
Min Chen self-consciously took a croissant from the box in Qi Muâs hand and took a bite. âItâs still Paganiniâs ăNo. 24ă?â
Qi Mu nodded, âYes. Teacher gave me two weeks, but. . . itâs already been a week, and I havenât gotten the whole song down.â
As they talked, they passed a flower shop. The blonde florist handed a sunflower she had cut just that morning to Qi Mu and glanced at Min Chen. In a furtive whisper, she asked, âSeven. . . who is this? Your friend?â
Qi Mu turned the sunflower to one side, and his lips quirked up into a gentle smile, âYes, heâs my friend, Vina.â
The young girl looked at Min Chen shyly for a few moments then smiled and handed him another sunflower, one that had just bloomed.
Min Chen took the flower in surprise, but Qi Mu had already exchanged a few words with the girl and stepped away towards the college. He explained, âVina has the mentality of a seven-year-old girl, but sheâs very kind.â
âUn, sheâs cute.â
Qi Mu smiled, âShe will only give flowers to the people she likes. It looks like she likes you a lot.â
This stunned Min Chen, and his steps halted. âThen she. . . also likes you a lot.â
Qi Mu laughed and didnât continue chasing the topic. âBy the way, do you have business with the college? I might be busy, but if you need someone to show you the way, I can ask Dylan. Dylan is a Swiss violinist who practices next door. Heâs studying now, but he practiced the piano for a long time. Youâre his idol.â
The piano department was well known throughout the world. And most of these privileged people respected Auston Bertram highly, in other words. . . Min Chen.
Min Chen, who was only 31 this year, already stood at the top of the piano world. When he served as a judge at Xiao Sai several years ago, countless young pianists jumped at the chance to sign up, and it made quite the splash.
âI have nothing to do. I just wanted to come take a look. I can listen to your ăNo. 24ă. . . at the same time.â
Min Chenâs plain tone made Qi Mu turn to look at him again. The man stared straight ahead, calm, like the man really was just going to wander around and listen to him play.
A strange thought flashed through Qi Muâs mind, but before he could discern what it was, it disappeared without a trace.
He didnât think too much about it. Qi Mu smiled, his eyes forming into crescents. âOh? You want to hear. . . my ăNo. 24ă?â
Min Chen raised an eyebrow when he saw the young manâs âbadâ smile. âUm? Yes?â
âWell. . . then you must give me more advice!â
Min Chen: â. . . ?â
Qi Mu was not stupid.
Since he wanted to listen to his violin so much, then. . . he can also give a few pointers.