Theroom was lively, and Vienna's beautiful night could be seen out the window.Crystal lights hung from the hotel's high ceiling, shining like diamonds, andbrightened the brilliant banquet hall.

The banquet started awhile ago, and the Wei Ai members were chatting and laughing with each other.Their first tour of the year had come to an end, and they would soon get avacation to reward their hard work. It was a happy occasion for everyone.

Most of them sat on thesofa at the center of the hall. On the other side of the hall, a kind, old mansmiled and approached a beautiful, black-haired young man and said: "Hello, QiMu. I heard your teacher gave you a lovely English name, so I will call you bythat name, is that okay?"

Dorenza's Chinese wasquite good, so his pronunciation of "Qi Mu" was also standard.

Qi Mu was very excited,but he held it back. He politely nodded and said respectfully, "Yes, Mr.Dorenza. You can call me that."

Such a cute and beautifulchild was enough to win everyone's favor.

Before meeting Qi Mu inperson, Dorenza didn't understand why Reed, who had always been eccentric,loved this student of his so much and even called him time and again asking himto take care of the child. But now that he had seen him, Dorenza completelyunderstood——

This child really madepeople feel pleasant.

"Little Seven, I'velistened to your 《Dance of the Goblins》 and your teacher, as well as Farrell, sentme the albums you recorded in Huaxia." Dorenza fixed his silver frame glassesand smiled, "Your violin is excellent, Seven. I like your sound."

Qi Mu never expected thathe would receive such high praise from Dorenza. The grip on his glass tightened,and he said, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Dorenza. I also like yourmusic very much."

The two continued to chatleisurely.

Qi Mu was quite thetalkative person, and Dorenza was also a good speaker. Once the two sattogether, the conversation became harmonious.

Even when a VIP passed by,they continued to talk.

"Little Seven, in fact,when I listened to your albums, I felt that your style was similar to a friendof mine." Dorenza put down his glass and smiled, "You are as skillful and asemotional as he was, but after listening to you later works, I think you're abit different."

This sentence squeezed QiMu's heart. He smiled and asked, "Different?"

Dorenza nodded lightly,"Well, Seven, although you're younger than my friend, your music is heavierthan his. Before meeting you personally, I couldn't believe you're only 22years old. Your talent isn't inferior to that of Christole, and you might even…be better than him."

Since his emergence as aclassical musician in Europe nine years ago, multiple magazines in the worldcalled him the "genius of 50 years" and Christole truly didn't disappoint.

Paganini InternationalViolin Competition, Menuhin International Violin Competition, TchaikovskyInternational Violin Competition…

Christole won theseinternational competitions with outstanding performances. He graduated fromMunich Conservatory of Music at the age of 19 then joined the BerlinPhilharmonic Orchestra as their concertmaster a year later.

But now…

Dorenza said Qi Mu'stalent surpassed Christole's.

This statement seems tosay: Qi Mu was the genius of a century.

Qi Mu shook his head andmodestly said, "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Dorenza. But compared toChristole, I still have a lot more to work on."

Dorenza shook his head andsaid, "Seven, the Chinese are always like this, humble. You're already at thesame level as Christole." After a slight pause, Dorenza sighed. "But. . .if my friend was still alive, with his effort and talent, the classical musicworld in the upcoming few decades would have been his."

What Dorenza spoke of, QiMu somewhat knew. . .

Precisely who "my friend"was.

Qi Mu's heart tightenedpainfully. He just smiled and nodded, "It's a pity, I didn't expect thisgentleman already passed away. . . I'm sorry, Mr. Dorenza, for reminding you ofsomething so sad."

Dorenza chuckled and shookhis head. "It's fine. Seven, that kid was a fantastic violinist. If you canlisten to his albums, maybe you will harvest something."

Qi Mu nodded, "Yes. By theway, Mr. Dorenza, you. . ."

"Dorenza, it turns outyou're here talking to our Angel secretly?" A cheerful voice came from behindQi Mu. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a beard come over. "Iwas wondering where you were, turns out you're hiding here."

Dorenza just shook hishead and said with a wry smile, "Zayev, I wanted to have a chat with Reed'sstudent. Where did you think I was?"

This was Lyon Zayev, theconcertmaster of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra. This violinist was in hisearly 50's, but he looked healthy, energetic, and younger than his age. Hispersonality was bright and friendly, so his reputation in the music circle wasalso good.

Qi Mu could only face thismusician with a smile, "Mr. Zayev, my name is not Angel. My name is…"

"Huh? Didn't Mr. Farrellcall you Angel before? When he visited the orchestra last month, hespecifically mentioned you and said you were a lovely little angel." Zayev saidearnestly.

Qi Mu: "…"

Farrell was really workingtirelessly on his path creating a black history for him!

How much money did he oweFarrell in his last life!!!

With the participation ofa cheerful chatterbox, the atmosphere became even livelier.

When Qi Mu left the hotel,Dorenza told him he was welcome to visit anytime.

The proposal wasunanimously agreed upon by the members of the orchestra. They believed such agood and clever child could improve their aesthetic if he came over every day.

When Qi Mu got into thetaxi and left, Dorenza looked at the departing cab and couldn't help sigh outloud, "His and Lu's violin. . . is similar but he's even better than Lu. Nowthat this child is already excellent, the music world in the future will be lively,right?"

Zayev, standing at hisside, looked at Dorenza in surprise and asked, "Dorenza, you think of LittleSeven. . . this highly?"

Mr. Dorenza smiled andnodded, "Yes, Zayev. Don't you think. . . If he had graduated from college,wouldn't many excellent orchestras clamor for him to join? He's excellent. Reedis lucky to have him as a student.

Zayev's eyes widened, andhe asked in disbelief, "Dorenza, aren't you thinking a little too much? It'shis luck to be Reed's student, right?"

Dorenza shook his head andrefuted, "Zayev, wait and see. Three years at most. . . You will understand hisstrength, I think. Age has never been a measure for musical skill. Look atChristole, he's also an excellent child. You can't think too highly ofyourself. Young blood is important to our classical music, ah!"

Dorenza didn't dwell onthe topic, but Zayev still pondered carefully with a frown. After Dorenza gotin his car and left, Zayev walked alone in the empty streets of Vienna andwhispered to himself:

"He's just a child. . . how far can he go?"

"Dorenza's really thought too much, how can there be so manyChristole's in this world. . ."

Translator

(s): Kuro

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