Chapter 5 (1/2)
It was early morning in Vienna, the streets were not busy, and people were leisurely walking by. There were tall sycamore trees on both sides of the road. Because it was early autumn, the ground was covered in a layer of golden leaves, making it appear enchanting from afar.
When Luo Yu Sen exited his taxi, there was a group of people rushing through traffic. Carrying his violin case, he cursed inwardly and waited at the side for these people to pass.
It has been a week since Luo Yu Sen was released from the police station. Lu Zi Wen’s death was determined to be an accident due to an acute asthma attack. It was because, in current medical history, there were no deaths by asthma attack caused by a fight that resulted in little to no injury.
Moreover, Luo Yu Sen also blamed himself, crying heavily when he was detained. Saying things like “Why didn’t I stay longer?” and “Why didn’t I see his illness?”, Etcetera. The detectives who observed this just looked at each other and shrugged. They released him because there was no proof that he was directly involved in the accident anyway.
According to Luo Yu Sen’s testimony and the time of death inferred by the coroner, it should be that after Luo Yu Sen left the lounge, Lu Zi Wen suddenly had an asthma attack. Without medication, the asthma attack was too violent, and he couldn’t call for help. Soon after, he lost consciousness and eventually died.
Honk——
The honk came from a fast moving taxi, passing Luo Yu Sen. He took a step back in shock and almost fell to the ground, but someone held him up. Returning to his senses, he turned around and saw a blond man with blue eyes. The man asked him, “Hey mister, are you alright?”
Luo Yu Sen nodded but didn’t say thank you. He hurriedly walked over to the other side of the street, chasing the green light. When he opened the door of the red-brick, European styled building belonging to the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, he didn’t notice that the blue-eyed blond behind him slowly smiled and looked thoughtfully at the door he disappeared through.
After a while, the blond turned and left. Walking across the street, he stopped under a huge sycamore tree. Laughing, he said, “This Luo Yu Sen guy looks. . . normal. Hey, aren’t you overthinking, Min? The detective also said that he just happened to be in the lounge and left before the asthma attack.”
Under the grand, golden sycamore, a handsome man lifted his head slightly and calmly looked at the swaying leaves. He wore a long black coat. Although the brand was unknown, the excellent workmanship on it showed its elegant lavishness. He stood on the side of the road, looking up at the tree while vehicles passed behind him.
The other man found himself being ignored and couldn’t help but laugh, “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to come here and meet him. Now that you’ve met Luo Yu Sen. . . Damn, why are Chinese names so difficult to pronounce? Now that you have seen him, why didn’t you talk to him?”
A yellow leaf slowly descended along with the autumn wind, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it. He stared at the leaf, no longer full of life, for a while and suddenly said, “Daniel, in Huaxia, there’s an old saying——Coincidence doesn’t exist.”
Daniel looked at him in surprise, appearing somewhat puzzled.
“But this matter, really. . . Is he truly that skillful?”
The autumn wind drowned the man’s soft sigh, and not long after, a black Bentley slowly drove away from the block. The pedestrians rushed up and down the street. Only the colossal sycamore tree bore witness to what happened there.
Meanwhile, halfway across the globe, it was already afternoon in Huaxia.
When Zheng Wei Qiao learned from his friend that Qi Mu was selected for the B City Symphony Orchestra, though it was unexpected, somehow he was not surprised by it. Despite knowing that Qi Mu was the only applicant whose performance the judges didn’t comment on, he inexplicably felt that. . .
Qi Mu, he could be successful.
Zheng Wei Qiao had not heard him play the violin for a long time, and he also knew that Qi Mu hadn’t touched the violin for 8 years. Naturally, his skill wouldn’t be the same as before, but Qi Mu was confident. Because he remembered that, yesterday, the young man who confidently said “If B City Symphony Orchestra doesn’t pick me, then they’re only at that level.” was definitely not lying.
That being said, when Zheng Wei Qiao drove his car to Qi Mu’s house, he knocked on the door for a while but didn’t get a reply. When he dialed his number, he only heard Qi Mu’s surprised voice from the other side of the line, “Hmm? Zheng-ge, what are you doing at my house? I’m already at the orchestra.”
“. . .”
How dare you. . .
Was this child too old to listen to his elders?!
By the time Zheng Wei Qiao rushed to the orchestra, he just entered the practice room to see an old man, well-known in the industry for being stubborn, offering Qi Mu a homemade maca wine to taste but being rejected humorously by the young man. All the people around them were laughing.
The atmosphere. . .
Was so blinding and harmonious.
Wait a minute, shouldn’t all these people reject the sudden addition to the orchestra? And Qi Mu, being called ‘the genius prodigy,’ when they deliberately isolate him, shouldn’t that make him angry and have him kicking up a fuss?!
Why was this completely different from what he imagined?!
Zheng Wei Qiao felt like a bad person.
As soon as Qi Mu looked up, he saw Zheng Wei Qiao standing near the door. He could see Zheng Wei Qiao’s face was pale and sighed, looking exhausted and exasperated.