After Qi Mu finished cleaning the last of the trash, he tied a knot in the plastic bag and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Satisfied, he observed the clean living room.
Min Chenâs house was on the top floor of a high-class apartment building. Qi Mu wondered if he was born with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), because the moment he entered the apartment, he found. . .
The decorations in this place were identical to the ones in Min Chenâs apartment back in B City!
There were some minor differences, of course. After all, the two houses couldnât have the same layout or height. Apart from that, even the angle of the sofa was the same as the one in B City. OCD. . . was really beyond the realm of comprehension.
Qi Mu smiled helplessly, and when he looked up, he saw Min Chen coming from the kitchen with two glasses of water. He wore an apron to prevent his clothes from getting dirty, but his expression was as calm and indifferent as ever.
This made Qi Mu laugh out loud, leaving Min Chen puzzled.
After cleaning all the garbage, Qi Mu sat on the soft sheepskin sofa and asked, â. . . Iâve found youâre. . . a little obsessive-compulsive, right, Min Chen?â
This was the result of their long acquaintance and good relationship. Qi Mu couldnât ask such a thing half a year ago. But now, he spoke naturally and felt nothing wrong with it.
Seeing Qi Mu laugh with his eyes curled into crescents, Min Chen smiled, âYou found out?â
Qi Mu immediately bowed in a âconfessionâ gesture. âI donât dare say a word.â
They talked for a while, and Qi Mu remembered something. Putting his glass on the table, he turned to look at the man at his side. His expression serious, he said, âActually. . . Min Chen, I saw the review written by Master Leonid the other day. I didnât expect him to evaluate me that high, it made me feel a little. . . flattered.â
At the name âLeonid,â Min Chen squinted and asked, âHe wrote a review about you?â
Qi Mu didnât know whether to laugh or cry. Shaking his head, he said, âTell me the truth. Donât pretend you didnât know about it.â The review was published in ăPhilharmonică. Qi Mu didnât know about it until Akkad mentioned it. After a pause, Qi Mu went on, âMy professor felt it was strange. . . He saidâââ
âHow could that old Leonid remember you enough to find you and write a review about you? Little Seven, hang on a bit. Iâll go ask, that guy is too lazy to write. . .â
Without Qi Mu saying it, he hinted blatantly.
I already know about the bet.
Under the bright light, the cold man raised his eyebrows. He calmly asked, âSo. . . What happened?â
â. . .â
Defeated by his calm expression, Qi Mu helplessly raised his hands in surrender.âI didnât expect you to make a bet with Mr. Leonid, but. . . Min Chen, thank you for taking care of me. Even my professor said he wanted to thank you.â
âHow are you going to thank me?â
Min Chen directly ignored his teacherâs thanks, asking only for his. Feeling as if a lump in his throat rendered him speechless, he thought carefully for a while. Finally, he tentatively spoke, ââŚHow about I cook for you? My craftsmanship has improved lately. Now that weâre in Vienna, Iâm afraid itâs a bit difficult to eat authentic Chinese cuisine.â
Min Chen didnât say a single word. Qi Mu remembered, âOh right, I forgot. Youâre going back to Berlin tomorrow. . .â Regret lingered in his voice.
Min Chen smiled slightly, then said, âThere will be other opportunities in the future.â
Qi Mu was stunned. âWhat did you just say?â
Min Chen shook his head. âNothing.â
Qi Mu: â???â
The manâs dark eyes stared at the youthâs face for quite a while. He chuckled at Qi Muâs puzzled expression. âDo you like Chopinâs music?â
The topic changed so quickly, it took Qi Mu a moment to nod. âI love Chopinâs ăMazurkasă and ăNocturnesă a lot. I have a collection of them.â
Min Chen raised an eyebrow. âWhose?â
âOf course itâs yours. . .â As soon as he spoke, Qi Mu abruptly stopped. He smiled helplessly. In a weak tone, he went on, âWell, there were many pianists in the world who recorded a complete set of Chopinâs works but. . . I like yours the best. Especially Nocturne No. 2 ăin E flat minoră. Itâs quite suitable for bedtime.â
In fact, before he met Min Chen, he never expected the man was. . . such a person.
In his imagination, Min Chen was a calm and elegant musician. Being able to play such beautiful music, he had to have a gentle but firm heart. It was inconceivable. . . for him to fear a but the size of a nail.
Well, he was afraid of bugs.
If he let Min Chenâs fans know, he couldnât imagine what theyâd think.
Min Chen set his glass on the table, not noticing the young manâs dilemma. The moonlight shone through the window and into the room. Particularly bright and clear, its light bounced against the edge of the cup, reflecting a silver streak.
The manâs handsome face showed an almost imperceptible smile, he asked, âDo. . . Do you want to listen to the live version?â
Before entering the room, Qi Mu never knew. . . another large space existed beside the living room.
In the 100 m2 room, there was nothing aside from the black grand piano in the center. The floor-to-ceiling window allowed moonlight to fill the room, casting pale luminescence across the light brown floor.
Steinwayâs 9ft grand pianos were a favorite for concert halls. Only this one could have such clear sound. It was the only one that could fully display a pianistâs skill.
But now, this treasure was shelved in an apartment, like the sword of a sleeping king. It waited patiently for the king to pull it out of its scabbard.
Qi Mu felt like he stumbled upon a refined conception.
The materials in the room were top-notch. It created the clearest tune and the best insulation resonance. Such a room decorated with only one piano was unique, leaving Qi Mu breathless.
When Min Chen opened the pianoâs cover, Qi Mu stood at its side. Before he realized it, he was sitting on the piano stool!
The chair was big enough for 4 people, so with 2, it didnât feel crowded. Qi Mu was surprised when he heard a low voice in his ear. âThere isnât a chair in this room, so. . . just sit here. Standing can be exhausting. You can listen better while you sit.â
Qi Mu nodded. After a moment, he asked, âAre you going to play Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 ăin E flat minoră?â
Min Chen didnât answer. A sound like flowing water answered Qi Muâs question. Qi Mu had never sat on a piano stool while listening to a pianist perform, let alone the man called the âKing of Piano.â
Chopinâs Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 ăin E flat minoră was a gentle piece. It wasnât difficult, and there werenât any flamboyant techniques. However, while the melody was simple, it wasnât as easy as it seemed.
As Qi Mu said before, among musicians who performed Chopinâs works, he liked Min Chenâs the most, especially this particular ăNocturneă. In his previous life, as long as he had the time, he would play it on loop and listen while relaxing.
Now, the pianist played in front of him.
Min Chenâs hands were slender, his knuckles prominent, and his nails were round. They were trimmed without the slightest defect, much like their owner with OCD.
With those hands pressing the white and black keys, the grand piano turned into a child. It sang the most beautiful melody, led by this man. It was too perfect to be real.
How did the live version compare to the CD?
Qi Mu experienced it to the fullest then.
If the ăChopinâs Complete Worksă he purchased was the best performance at an amateur level, then. . . The ăNocturneă he listened to now was the best on a professional level.
Those precious hands danced rapidly across the keyboard, each note filled with endless subtlety. It was so moving anyone who heard the performance would be intoxicated with it.
Qi Mu finally realized. . .
This was Min Chen.
And, though he had made a lot of progress, Qi Mu was nowhere close to this man.
Only he could turn this ăNocturneă into such perfection. Only he could make such a simple melody have a stable, profound connotation.
As the last soft note echoed in the quiet piano room, Qi Mu couldnât help but smile. He clapped as he said, âBravo!â
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