Lance's diagnosis of "resentment" froze Qi Mu in place. Fora long while, he didn't know what to say.

Akkad, on the other hand, frowned, "Lance, what are youtalking about? How could Little Seven's music be resentful? I didn't notice it.I heard momentum."

"Well," Lance shookhis head, "Reed, you're not a delicate person, to begin with. I wish Imisheard. But since you've come to me with your precious student, you must feelthat your and my violin is somewhat complementary. You asked me to give somepointers. So…"

"I'm saying, eventhough my playing is not on par with your student. . . Over the years, myunderstanding is not worse than yours."

Since his old friend so serious, Akkad realized Lance reallywanted to guide Qi Mu. So he said, "Yes, Lance, you're right. I think that onmusic perception, you're better than me. But I don't feel the 'resentment' youmention. . ."

"Professor, I think.. . I understand what Master Lance meant." Akkad's next words were interruptedby the pleasant voice of the youth. He turned and saw Qi Mu looking at him witha smile. "Professor, Master Lance can hear things that even I didn't notice. Ibelieve. . . he's right."

Lance nodded and smiled, "That's good. This kind ofresentment isn't a bad thing. To tell you the truth, Beethoven couldn't haveforced himself to write so many classics while being deaf if he didn't havesuch sorrow and hatred toward life. Of course, everyone has different styles ofmusic. Little Seven, I hope you can be a genius like Mozart. . . notBeethoven."

Mozart's life was full of ups and downs, from the fame inhis youth to the predicament of his later years. He pawned his watch to survive,and eventually, even his grave was gone. However, his music seldom showed theugliness of humanity. Instead, it was always exciting and cheerful.

Classical music was diverse. Whether you were gentle,delicate, vigorous, or even cynical, you could always find your place in thisworld.

Nevertheless, music was like people. One can tell what kindof a person someone was by hearing their music. Although Mr. Lance seemed to bedirecting Qi Mu's violin, he wanted Qi Mu to cast aside the grudge in hisheart.

Lance believed Qi Mu may have suffered some unfairnessbefore and was depressed. He wanted Qi Mu to open his eyes, to see everythingwas better now, and to forget those unpleasant things.

However, Lance didn't know the inexplicable aggression inhis music was caused by. . .

A deadly hatred that could never be forgotten.

Although he knew he couldn't forget this hatred, Qi Mu stilltook Lance's words to heart. He didn't want his music to be entangled in theshadow of that scum forever. But to completely forget and abandon it, he couldonly say. . .

『This matter needed to be resolved first.』

Qi Mu thought this to himself but didn't leak any of it inhis expression. He bowed respectfully to the gentle maestro and said, "Thankyou for your advice, Master Lance. I understand."

Lance smiled at his earnest expression. Although he didn'tknow what kind of torment this child had in his heart, he hoped this lovelyyoung man would live happily.

Akkad was not as delicate as his good friend. He didn't hearany kind of buried aggression when his student played. He thought there wasnothing wrong with Qi Mu's sorrowful style.

In this world, only Lance Trier, one of the world's topthree violin masters could find the faint aggression in Qi Mu's violin. Eventhe other two, Reed Akkad and Farrell Louis couldn't hear it.

Qi Mu and his mentor had lunch at Lance's home. Not longafter, Qi Mu's mentor rushed him to the maestro's practice room. The famousviolinist said it was so Qi Mu's skills wouldn't get rusty when, in fact. . .Akkad wanted to discuss some "secret" matters with Lance.

After the sun set and night fell, Qi Mu was finally released"with the grace of His Majesty" and could put down his violin.

Qi Mu searched for the aggression Lance mentioned the entireafternoon. He played 《Violin Concerto in E minor》 and 《Devil's Trills》 for four or five hoursbut still couldn't find it.

Qi Mu could only sigh. "Master Lance's musical perception. .. is second to none!"

Since he couldn't find the aggression, Qi Mu secretlydecided to solve this matter as soon as possible. He didn’t want to let thatscum affect him after leaving Lance's house.

Although he had decided, he had yet to form a solid planwhen Akkad's voice called out, "Little Seven, teacher. . . might be leavingVienna soon."

Qi Mu asked, "Professor?"

In the beautiful and quiet streets of Vienna, a handsomeyouth walked with a delicate dark green violin case in his hand. Under the dimmoonlight, his eyes were wide with surprise. He was dumbfounded. . . unable tounderstand what he just heard.

Akkad sighed, "There's a problem in my hometown, so I haveto go back. Little Seven, is it okay for you to stay here and continue studyingon your own?"

Qi Mu slowly recovered. He nodded and spoke gently, "Alright,Professor. I'll study hard, don't worry about me."

Akkad nodded and after a while, he said, "Little Seven, youdon't have to worry. I have many friends here. If there's anything you need andI still haven't returned, you can ask them for help."

Warmth spread in Qi Mu's heart. He nodded, smiling. "Okay,Professor. I know."

"Now that I thinkabout it, aren't those guys out performing?" Akkad thought for a moment thenwent on, "Oh, by the way, the Vienna Symphony Orchestra seems to have aperformance in a few days. That Evra fellow should be back, this is hisstronghold after all! Little Seven, if there's something you need, you can godirectly to Evra, the principal conductor of Vienna Symphony Orchestra.Although that fellow has quite the temper, he should be willing to take goodcare of my student."

At the familiar name, Qi Mu's footsteps faltered. He wasstunned for a moment, but before Akkad noticed, he chased the old man again andsmiled. "Yes, Professor. You can rest assured, I will take care of myself."

Not noticing anything unusual, Akkad nodded. "Evra gave metwo front-row tickets the other day. Unfortunately, I can't accompany you. Ifyou have any acquaintances here, Little Seven, you can give them the otherticket."

Qi Mu smiled and accepted Akkad's concert tickets. Hiseyebrows furrowed for a moment, then he smiled. Helplessly, he said,"Professor, how could I know anyone here? Oh, right. It seems that Bai Ai ishere currently. I heard that they are rehearsing for their concert next week.Then can I. . ."

"Little Seven!"

Qi Mu burst out laughing. "Yes, yes, yes. I won't give theticket to Min Chen, Professor."

Akkad nodded with satisfaction. He continued to assert hiswarnings. Qi Mu nodded almost constantly, never daring to say "No."

On the red-brick street, only a few people still walked inthe dark. Lance lived close to the hotel they were staying in. After only a fewminutes of walking, Qi Mu returned to the hotel and placed his violin case onthe table.

After confirming he was the only one in the room, Qi Mu'ssmile faded away. He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, fisttightly clenched. He looked silently toward the southwest. . . where theheadquarters of Vienna Symphony Orchestra was located.

He never expected that just as he decided to solve thematter from his previous life, Akkad would give him the ticket. Everythingseemed to be arranged from the dark as if some big hand called "fate" silentlymanipulated his life, making him face——

The very thing he didn't want to let go!

At that moment, a plane from Geneva landed at the ViennaInternational Airport. It skidded down the runway and stayed for a few minutesbefore releasing the exhausted passengers.

The Vienna Symphony Orchestra's schedule was tight thisseason. Unlike the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, they didn't tend to spend alot of time practicing before their performances. They just got back to Vienna,and the day after the next, they would hold another concert.

It can only be said that since conductors have their ownstyle, so do the orchestras.

At the airport, the members of the orchestra walked ingroups of three to five. Only the last Chinese man at the back was alone, disjointedand disharmonious.

Luo Yu Sen's handsome face had thinned over the past fewmonths. He looked a little harsh. He stared at people with fixed eyes withoutseeming to realize it. This made the other members of the orchestra, who werealready hostile to him, even more unwilling to approach him.

A few days before their concert in Vienna, Evra announcedthat in three months, at the earliest, or six months, at the latest, he would selecta new deputy concertmaster. Luo Yu Sen had longed for this position for a longtime, so this opportunity. . .

He would never let go of it!

Luo Yu Sen didn't know, though, that while he was gunningfor the deputy concertmaster's seat. . . Just half a city away, a young man sneered,waiting for their reunion.

"The day after tomorrow. . ."

"Luo Yu Sen, it's been a while since I last saw you."

The young man's soft voice echoed in the quiet room and soondisappeared without a trace.

The quiet night of Vienna hid the secrets of many people.

Translator

(s): Kuro

Editor

Kuro:

The author's description of Mozart was beautiful and moving. I do think it's true, but I can't help but remember that this guy wrote a piece called "Lick me in the arse" and I'm suffering for it now. (My diaphragm hurts.)