Chapter 29 (2/2)

As expected, the tight expression on Zheng Wei Qiao’s face eased a lot and he opened the car with his key fob. After the two got in, he fixed his seatbelt and said, “You have grown up Xiao Qi. When I first heard your thanks, I thought you were going to send me something.”

Qi Mu was dumbfounded.

He did not know that Zheng Wei Qiao was referring to before. When he had first introduced jobs to the original, the original Qi Mu had on a whim tossed the imitation violin at him in honorarium and said, “As thanks for introducing me to work, the rest isn’t needed.”

Qi Mu had to think that Zheng Wei Qiao must have been angry at the time. His kindness and good intentions had to be measured with money in the eyes of the original. Anyone would feel chilled by it.

Zheng Wei Qiao started and looked up to say, “Please, your sister-in-law and I can eat, but Xiao Qi, you’ll have to change the time. You might not have time next month. You can come over to our place to eat once the New Year is done. Your sister-in-law will personally cook for you.”

Qi Mu bowed his head and buckled himself in, then turned to look at Zheng Wei Qiao. “I won’t have time next month? Zheng-ge, how do you know how much time I’ll have before I do?” He said so, but there was a smile in his voice and his eyes.

Zheng Wei Qiao said affirmatively, “Of course I know you won’t have time, because soon. . . Hong Kong will have a festival next month. Over the course of two weeks, the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, Montreal and Salt Lake City’s Symphony Orchestras, and many other world-famous ones will be there.”

Qi Mu was stunned into silence, and he could only listen as Zheng continued, “In addition, the famous Ukrainian pianist, Sweet Sheri, and the American violin master Claude Porter, and other outstanding professionals will be there. I have to accompany your sister-in-law here, so I have to pass, but you can go for a trip.”

These names only made Qi Mu’s surprise grow even stronger. In the end, he reached such a state of shock he couldn’t help but ask, “There is such a music festival? I’ve never heard of it before!”

Zheng Wei Qiao said with a smile, “There seems to be a problem with the propaganda so it will take a few days for it to reach a large-scale publicity. I have a friend in Hong Kong, so I know about it. Although I can’t accompany you, will you go, Xiao Qi?”

Qi Mu naturally couldn’t not go!

Since his rebirth, he had yet to participate in such a grand-scale event. New York, Montreal. . . These were all world-class orchestras that were no less acclaimed than Vienna’s. And Sweet Sheri, Claude Porter, these were masters in the industry!

Along the way back, Zheng Wei Qiao told him about the festival. Once Qi Mu had entered the apartment building, he intended to drive away. He bowed his head and twisted the ignition, but in the peripheral vision, he seemed to see a familiar shadow. But, when he looked up, the path was empty.

He froze for a bit, then smiled and said to himself, “That’s weird. Did I just see Min Chen? Dazzling, ah.” Zheng Wei Qiao then drove away from the community.

What he didn’t know was that just three meters from his car, a handsome, expressionless man was staring down at a fat cat. Whether it was a large or small eye, neither was willing to concede.

Min Chen stared down at the cat that was blocking the way. It was too lazy to stretch its legs and go even a step further. Sprawled in the five or six meter wide road, it refused to yield.

At the time, Qi Mu was entering the building’s elevator. His excitement due to the festival had yet to abate, and there were traces of joy on his face. Just as the doors were closing in from either side, he seemed to see a familiar figure in the narrow gap.

He remained in a daze as the elevator went up several floors, then he smiled helplessly, “Must have been the wrong person. . . how could it be. . . Min Chen?”

To mistake this kind of face, it always happened quickly.

However, a week later, during which Qi Mu had buried himself in packing up his bags to head for Hong Kong, the shrill of the doorbell took him by surprise. He quickly stood up and struggled through the mess of his luggage to the front door. With a creak, it opened.

The moment the two gazes met, both people froze.

Qi Mu’s eyes slowly widened, and he stared at the indifferent man outside. He did not try to hide his gaze. Up and down, from one side to the other, he studied this uninvited guest. Finally, he seemed to believe his eyes——

It was Min Chen!!!

Outside the door, this indifferent man’s ears, which no one could see, had turned red. But, on the surface, he maintained a cold expression on his handsome face as he asked in a plain whisper, “Are you afraid. . . of bugs?”

This voice was still magnetic and low, and he still looked calm and composed, but what he said——

It was like an entire dimension of dissonance!

Qi Mu: “. . .”