King of Classical Music

It was already nine o'clock when the concert ended, and it was almost ten o'clock after Qi Mu accompanied Tan Lao and Du Sheng to send off all the guests.It was still very bleak and cold at ten o'clock in city B in late autumn, so Mr. Tan and the others didn't stay any longer to celebrate, so Du Sheng drove them home together.

In the car, Du Sheng kept praising Qi Mu's performance tonight, and also asked him why he didn't accept Daniel's kindness and strive for this opportunity to go to Europe for further study.You know, the Paris Conservatory of Music and the Royal Conservatory of Music that Daniel mentioned before are world-class top conservatories, and people with slightly less talent can't even touch their threshold.

Qi Mu had no choice but to express that he still wanted to hone his skills in Huaxia, and had no plans to further study for the time being.

Although Du Sheng felt it was a pity, he didn't say anything more.On the other hand, Old Tan stared at Qi Mu for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Xiao Qi, you... are you familiar with Min Chen?"

Qi Mu was taken aback when he heard the words, then shook his head subconsciously, and said, "Old Tan, before you introduced me to Mr. Min last time, I haven't met him before, so how can I know him well?"

Mr. Tan casually gave a "huh" and didn't say any more about it. He said again: "You are not too young. Since you don't want to go to study now, there must be your own reasons. You Know how to measure. This year’s last turn tour is over, and before the New Year’s concert, you only need to come to the orchestra to rehearse a few times a week. Xiao Qi, do you have any plans for yourself?”

In fact, before Mr. Tan asked, Qi Mu already knew that he would indeed be very free for the next month or so.As the assistant principal, he only performed a few pieces of music instead of Du Sheng, so his rehearsal volume was still very small, and besides this, he had nothing else to do.

After thinking about it, Qi Mu smiled and bent his eyes, nodded and said, "Thank you Mr. Tan for your concern, I already have a plan."

If this had been done a month ago, Tan Zhenghui would have had to put on a straight face and say something like "What are you going to do?" Qi Mu's growth story is always in his eyes, and his previous consideration and hesitation towards Qi Mu have long since disappeared.

So Mr. Tan just nodded to indicate that he knew, and didn't ask any more questions.

Qi Mu's house is the closest, Du Sheng drove to Qi Mu's downstairs first, and then sent Mr. Tan back.

In the cold night wind, a tall and straight young man wearing a bright red long coat watched the black car leave earnestly. The red color was like a ball of flames burning in the dark night, which was impossible to ignore.

When Du Sheng's car's rear lights completely disappeared at the end of the path, Qi Mu raised his head slightly, turned and went upstairs.A helpless smile flashed in the light amber pupils, Qi Mu took the elevator and pressed the "26" sign, watching the golden numbers on the elevator constantly changing.

The development of the situation tonight really exceeded Qi Mu's expectations, but...

It was almost the same as what he thought.

Tan Lao had already started planning this concert before he joined the B City Symphony Orchestra, and when he deliberately reserved an extra performance spot for him later, Tan Lao worked hard.

Before Zheng Weiqiao left the venue, he pulled Qi Mu with him, expressing with excitement that he would write the manuscript immediately after returning, and he wanted to publish all of Qi Mu's performance tonight.

Zheng Weiqiao's reputation in the Chinese music circle is relatively loud. He is Qi's mother's student, and his own violin level is not low, and he also has some writing skills.Qi Mu understands that as long as his article can be published, it will definitely cause a lot of repercussions.

Therefore, the effect Mr. Tan wanted to create was truly achieved.

At this time, Qi Mu didn't know that in an apartment half a city away from him, a man with a gentle face was staring at the computer screen scratching his head.The square computer screen was full of dense square characters, and Zheng Weiqiao kept typing on the keyboard while struggling.

About half an hour later, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and excitedly sent the manuscript to several music newspapers and magazines he was familiar with, waiting for a reply from the other party the next day.

But what Zheng Weiqiao didn't expect this time was that he had just got up from the computer and hadn't taken two steps, when he suddenly heard message notifications sounding behind him one after another.Zheng Weiqiao hurriedly turned around and took a look——

[Music Palace-Xiao Wang: Brother Zheng, we don’t need your manuscript anymore. The boss decided to write a manuscript with the same theme as you by himself. 】【The Sound of Music-Sister Li: Xiao Zheng, what a coincidence, just now our leader just finished writing a manuscript on your topic, and if we don’t write it by hand in the first few months, we can’t accept yours. . 】【Classical Music-Ah Chen: Brother Zheng, why are you so unlucky that Sister Lu said that she plans to write about your theme herself!We can't accept your manuscript, alas...]...

There are three or four other news like this, all sent from the classical music media that Zheng Weiqiao is more familiar with.These are all well-known regular magazines and periodicals in city b. Except for a few weekly magazines, many of them are semi-monthly and monthly magazines.Usually, Zheng Weiqiao's manuscripts are also hot items for them, and when the market is not good, they even rush to publish them. Zheng Weiqiao never expected that this time...

He actually encountered Waterloo? ! ! !

Zheng Weiqiao was stunned for a long time, then quickly sat back in her seat, carefully read her manuscript three times from beginning to end, and finally found Xiao Wang, the editor of "The Palace of Music", and typed: [Xiao Wang , Did you misread it?The topic I wrote was about Qi Mu, the new assistant principal of the City B Symphony Orchestra, not the concert organized by Mr. Tan tonight.The manuscript written by Master Zhang can be regarded as the first draft, and mine can be used as the supplementary manuscript later. ] Zheng Weiqiao just opened the chat box of the editor of "The Sound of Music", Li Jie, and before typing, Xiao Wang's reply came over there: [No, Brother Zheng, the editor-in-chief just said that he would write a manuscript about Qi Mu himself Woolen cloth. 】Zheng Weiqiao was stunned when he heard the words. After he asked several other media such as "The Sound of Music" and "Classical Music", he also got a unified reply——

These bosses who haven't written a manuscript by themselves for several months, unexpectedly Qiqi decided to write a manuscript for Qi Mu by himself? !

This is no less than a small earthquake!

Zheng Weiqiao was overjoyed, the first thing he thought of was to quickly call Qi Mu and tell him the shocking good news, but as soon as he picked up the phone, he remembered that it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, probably Qi Mu had already rested, So he could only send a text message resentfully.

This feeling of not being able to share the good news with others is really terrible!

The more I think about Zheng Weiqiao, the more I feel like there is a fire in my heart, and I can't untangle it, the more I feel uncomfortable.Within a few minutes, he couldn't help sending another message to Qi Mu, informing him that "Friends of Music" also rejected his manuscript; 3 minutes later, "Ting Sheng" also received an accurate rejection reply; 5 minutes later, it's...

So, when Qi Mu woke up from his sleep the next day, he just turned on his phone, and what he saw was Zheng Weiqiao's thirteen text messages in a row. After sending the first one at 1:3 in the morning, he sent it until [-]:[-] in the morning. Ken give up.

While drinking the hot milk that had just been heated in the microwave, Qi Mu looked at Zheng Weiqiao's text message that was so emotional that he couldn't even use punctuation marks. His gaze stayed on Zheng Weiqiao's last text message for a long time.

The slender white fingers seemed to be tapping on the glass table casually, making a rhythmic sound.After a long time, Qi Mu finally called Zheng Weiqiao back, ready to comfort her with words.

Qingxiu frowned slightly, and as soon as the phone was connected, Qi Mu sighed softly and said, "Brother Zheng, you don't have to be too sad, I know..." You are very sad that your manuscript was rejected...

"Qi Mu, are you awake?! Hey, I'm so happy today!" Before Qi Mu could say the second half of his sentence, Zheng Weiqiao's excited voice came from Kong Kong through the small phone: "I'm really happy today!" I'm so happy, I'll pick you up later, your sister-in-law is also very happy, and specially cooked some dishes for you, come and taste."

"..."

Are you so happy to have your manuscript rejected?Wouldn't it be excessive grief and mental abnormality?

Qi Mu's eyes froze, and he hurriedly said: "Brother Zheng, don't force yourself to smile. It's just that twelve manuscripts have been rejected in a row. I believe there are still magazines that will accept your manuscript. If it really doesn't work, I'll go to Tan Let’s talk about it, let’s see if he’s familiar with…”

"Huh? Forced to smile? What are you talking about, Xiaoqi?"

"Does he have any familiar media..." Qi Mu's voice stopped suddenly, and he suddenly thought of what he was hungry for, then frowned slightly, and asked a little puzzledly: "Could it be... you are not special because you have been rejected manuscripts all the time. Sad, you just sent me thirteen text messages in one night, telling me that you have been rejected all the time?"

"..." After a long silence, laughter suddenly came from the phone, and Zheng Weiqiao said with a rare laugh: "Xiaoqi, did I forget to tell you, the theme of my article is to introduce you The performance at the concert last night, and the reason why these magazines rejected my manuscript...is that their editor-in-chief or the main writer wants to write the manuscript for you personally!"

"...?!"

"Xiaoqi, this is really great! Not much to say, let's talk when we meet, I'll pick you up right now! Haha!"

Hearing the beeping sound on the phone, Qi Mu was still slightly startled, unable to react for a while.When he walked to the huge French windows, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, looking at the rising sun on the eastern horizon with some confusion.

The sunlight was too hot and brilliant, even though the sky was covered with thick clouds today, it penetrated without hindrance, and sprinkled the light on this long-sleeping land.The golden sunlight fell on the young man's hair, as if it had been inlaid with a layer of gold.

After a long while, Qi Mu burst out laughing, and murmured helplessly, "It turned out to be such a trivial matter. I thought Brother Zheng was worried about not having a job in the future."

The field of vision on the 26th floor is extremely wide, and the tall and handsome figure of the young man is reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass, forming a blurred shadow.What Qi Mu didn't know was that the tall and silent back of another man was reflected on the same piece of glass.

Only one wall away from Qi Mu's small single apartment, it is a high-end apartment with an extremely large area.The lower floor has an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, and the upper floor has an area of ​​nearly 300 square meters. The style of the entire room is mainly black and white post-modernist style. Like the owner of the room, he seems to be reticent.

At this moment, Min Chen was standing in front of the window with his back to the glass, lowered his head, seriously took a small sugar cube and gently put it into the coffee.After the white sugar cube gradually stained the light brown coffee, he picked up the handle of the cup and took a bite.

"..."

Another two sugar cubes were put into the coffee cup, and at this moment, the man tasted it contentedly.

The sun is shining outside the window, the sky is blue and white clouds, and the cool autumn wind in the autumn morning blows through the clouds scattered in the sky, making them flutter around like catkins.

What a... nice weather.

——The two neighbors who were separated by a wall, sighed together.