Chapter 28 (2/2)

Whether it was a short sonata, or a long symphony, a two-to-three page score, or even a dozen, or twenty to thirty pages, Min Chen’s music scores were always clean. Maintaining their white and smooth surface, they looked as if they had just been printed.

Daniel once asked Min Chen curiously, he had never written anything on his music scores, could he remember the orchestra’s mistakes? The answer was of course, yes.

Bai Ai was excellent. But even they, when rehearsing new songs, would have places where there was friction and occasionally experience a few bumps along the way. Mr. Dorenza would take note of it on his score so they could go over it again. But to Min Chen, it became, “You don’t remember them?”

In this regard, Min Chen had never wanted to fall behind others.

Maybe because one neighbor was too lazy while the other one was too diligent. Even though they practiced every day, they never heard each other’s music.

Min Chen, even if he had absolute pitch and a good sense of sound, he naturally couldn’t hear things that weren’t transmitted. Likewise, Qi Mu who too has the absolute pitch could not hear the piano his neighbor played only ten minutes everyday——who told him to be in the practice room at that time?

The communication between people in modern society was getting less and less!

Don’t be separated by a wall. Go over to the door and have a chat. It would be great.

These two people who had been “living together” for a month were still unaware that they had a neighbor!

. . .

As the night grew darker, the dim moonlight was blocked by the city’s glittering lights, and gradually the mood hid behind thick clouds. The tall 26-floor building with excellent insulation completely isolated them from the bustling city’s noise. None of it entered the apartments.

Qi Mu wiped down his wet hair with a towel, drying it as he walked over to his computer to type in a URL. In the second, a black and white page appeared on the screen.

Qi Mu stared at the handsome man in the page’s background for a long time. In the end, he smiled helplessly and said to himself, “This month’s theme. . . is him?”

The site, “Blue Danube” was based in Austria and it was one of the most formal classical music forums in Europe where many professionals gathered. It was said that even Mr. Erberk Dorenza had an account there.

Every month, the forum would change its theme and use an element from the theme as the background and in the layout. Qi Mu remembered that when he last logged in, the theme seemed to be 《A Night on Bald Mountain》 by Mussorgsky. Unexpectedly, when he logged in this time, it had changed to Min Chen.

It was not like there had never been people chosen as the forum’s theme, but in the past ten years, Qi Mi could remember that it had happened less than five times. But Min Chen. . . after “Bertram Night,” this was now his second time on the list.

Qi Mu smiled and didn’t think too much more on the matter. He directly logged into his account and start browsing. Most of the content on the website was just information on where some world-class orchestra would be performing, or where some solo musician was going to hold their own concert. Other than that, there appeared to be little news.

He thought a bit, then typed in “Luo Yu Sen” in the search box.

There weren’t many links that appeared, but the first one surprised him a little. He clicked to have a look.

The handsome youth’s eyebrow furrowed a little. He looked at a reply on the post, a little doubt flashed in his pale eyes, and he whispered, “Luo Yu Sen is. . . not faring well?”

Qi Mu remembered that when he last closed his eyes in that lounge, Luo Yu Sen bluntly said “You’re in someone’s way” and since this “someone” was able to hire Luo Yu Sen to teach him a lesson, they were naturally not simple. But surprisingly, Luo Yu Sen seemed to have not benefited.

This is quite unbelievable.

Looking at the dense English words on the screen, his frown gradually eased. With a sigh, he turned to look at the sky that was dyed red by the city lights.

“Although you are now miserable, do you think. . . this will be enough?”

Hatred caused by death wouldn’t be influenced by anything.

Qi Mu would always remember the last moments before his death. His whole body felt as if he was on fire, and he had despaired. He wanted to climb up, to reach for that door, but there was no strength left in his body, his fingernails were broken, and his heart was in agony.

That pain was worse than death.

That bright sheen in Luo Yu Sen’s eyes when he left him there will never be forgotten. What he wanted was not for this scum to be just miserable and looked down upon in Vienna, but really——

He wanted to drive this scum directly out of Vienna!