Chapter 36 (1/2)

Although the judge was joking, it had Qi Mu between tears and laughter. When he began his audition, Qi Mu himself did not notice that he had become serious.

Although Boswell never spoke to Qi Mu before, Qi Mu still took the judge’s joke to heart because only he knew that he had gone through a “back door.”

Having found out Boswell’s favorite song through Min Chen, was that not a back door?

《The Boy’s Miraculous Horn》was one of Gustav Mahler’s masterpieces. He was a famous German composer in the 19th century, and the song was composed for a poem with the same name by a German poet named Clemens Bretano. Generally speaking, few violinists would choose this song for a recital. Since Qi Mu had selected this song, naturally he was prepared.

A musician knew, that no matter how talented someone was, it was impossible to master every single song. Qi Mu had practiced this song for a few weeks after he entered the Geneva College, but never had the chance to play it.

The handsome youth laid the bow on the strings and let out a gentle exhale. The next moment, a soft sound emerged from the violin. It was as though the melody came from the distant horizon, passed over the rippling Rhine River, and echoed from afar.

This song was a short piece called 《Rheinlegenchen (Little Rhine Legend)》 which was fourth in the 《Des Knaben Wunderhorn》 collection. In the original arrangement, the song was sung by a sweet but loud soprano, and so for this section, Qi Mu used the violin to play the role of harmony, depicting the legend of the Rhine River in all its touching aesthetic.

The whole thing was only three minutes long, and the difficulty wasn’t high. However, for this seemingly simple piece, it had different effects when played by different people.

Among Mahler’s works, Allen Boswell preferred 《The Boy’s Miraculous Horn》and several other well-known songs. As a world-class conductor, Boswell thought that he had heard every rendition of this piece, but very few people could play 《Little Rhine Legend》.

“Few” did not mean that he had never heard of it.

The Berlin Philharmonic concertmaster once played this song. Boswell had to admit, regarding the technical aspect alone, Christole’s* performance, coupled with a world-class soprano singer, was better than the current performance.

*Previously translated directly as Christi

However, for some reason, Boswell thought that the young man currently performing. . . was not inferior.

If Christole’s《Little Rhine Legend》 was atmospheric, then this youth’s was melodious and intimate.

This was understandable, as Qi Mu did not have an orchestra to cooperate with, and without a large stage, it was impossible for him to showcase his rendition thoroughly. While practicing last night, Qi Mu did, in fact, think of a way to play this song in the absence of accompaniment.

He had thought about it for a long time and eventually came to a solution that could barely be called as such, and it left him very unsatisfied. But this morning, on the way to the venue while he was still contemplating this matter, he heard that low, aristocratic voice at his side.

“Do you like listening to opera?”

Qi Mu was in a daze, so he turned to look at the man beside him in surprise. Min Chen was holding a magazine, and he casually flipped a page. There was no particular expression on his face, and it looked like he had asked the question in passing.

Thinking it over for a bit, Qi Mu replied, “The opera is good, but. . . I don’t listen to them much.”

Qi Mu wasn’t lying. Although his adoptive parents were not poor, they were not exactly well off either. After he started learning to play the violin, he did some odd jobs to earn money for concert tickets, so he did not listen to opera much.

After they passed away and Qi Mu entered the Geneva College, he had to squeeze out time to even see an orchestra, let alone find the time for opera. So, while he was not averse to opera, he also had no particular feelings for it either.

Min Chen nodded when he heard him. He then closed the music magazine and turned to look at Qi Mu. The sun shone in through the taxi’s window, and Qi Mu saw a small reflection on Min Chen’s left index finger but did not think much of it.

“There are a few differences between opera and symphony. Opera is mostly composed of singing while the orchestra serves as an accompaniment. In that way, opera and symphonic poetry intersect.” Min Chen suddenly paused and gazed deeply at Qi Mu, then asked, “What do you think those differences are?”

Qi Mu frowned, startled a bit, then thought about it. He tentatively asked, “The main arrangement?”

“What about their similarities?”

As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if the clouds parted and Qi Mu immediately understood, “The narrative.”

*Gosh! Min Chen is so adorable!!! Helping With My like that????.

His three-minute performance had just ended, but the sound seemed to linger in the spacious concert hall. Allen Boswell sat in the middle of the judging panel with a rare, unsmiling expression, and it was unknown what he thought.

Qi Mu was not in a rush and stood patiently, watching the conductor with a smile.

After a long while, Boswell sighed and said, “I listened closely, and I think your intonation is good. Your grasp on the melody and rhythm, I can say with a somewhat thick face. . . that you have a mastery over them. However, the changes you made were subtle but created a big difference.”

Boswell’s blue eyes held a smile. “I just realized. While playing this song. . . did you modify it to better suit a symphonic poem?”

Naturally, Qi Mu knew that the small changes he made could not escape Allen Boswell’s ears. Although this maestro was not one of the four great conductors in the world, he was infinitely close to that level.

Qi Mu nodded gently and said, “Yes, Mr. Boswell.”

After this affirmative answer, Boswell nodded and smiled, “These changes make this song more suitable to play. It’s a wonderful idea. Did you think of it yourself?”

Qi Mu answered, “The specific changes were made by me while waiting for my turn. As for the idea, it was. . . a friend of mine who mentioned it to me.” Qi Mu automatically concealed Min Chen’s identity. He remembered that Min Chen had said before that he wanted to remain lowkey.

Hearing his explanation, Boswell continued to smile. “Your friend is very talented. Okay, your result has been decided. That is, you’re staying. Please wait until all the participants have auditioned, the final results will be announced by the staff then.”

Qi Mu bowed politely and left the stage.

What he didn’t know was that behind him, Boswell’s smile gradually faded away. He watched the youth’s tall, handsome figure walking away with a profound gaze. Then he whispered to himself, “Changing an opera to a symphonic poem. . . this idea. . . why does it feel familiar. . .”

Qi Mu stepped out of the square and saw a figure standing in the midst of the crowd.

Min Chen was reading the text on a celebrity column. Wearing a custom made tuxedo and the wide brim of his hat obscuring half of his face. He was so focused that he did not notice Qi Mu approaching.