Chapter 50 (2/2)

There were no lies in Qi Mu’s sentence. The only album he ever recorded, there was only one composition by a contemporary master, and that composition was 《Charles Fantasia》. If he met Min Chen, he would not have been so respectful or prudent, but meeting this contemporary master violinist, Qi Mu couldn’t help but feel nervous.

In the peaceful VIP lounge, the youth sat on a small section of the couch with his back straight, watching the silver-haired man on the opposite end seriously.

Farrell seemed aware of Qi Mu’s solemnness because he smiled, “I also like 《Charles》. If there’s a chance, I hope to hear your 《Charles》 in the future. However, Qi, I didn’t come to find your today for this. Seven or eight years ago, I heard you perform with Evra.”

Qi Mu naturally knew what Farrell was referring to. He nodded his head and listened to the master as he continued, “While you were ingenious, I thought you were a bit impetuous initially. So I did not get into contact with you. After listening to your performance last night, I think. . . you have gotten rid of that impetuousness.”

While speaking, this old man with a constant smile slowly changed his expression into something that made Qi Mu also become serious——

He had a feeling that Farrell’s next words would significantly impact his future.

Qi Mu solemnly said, “Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Farrell.” His voice was low and pleasant, his attitude neither humble not overbearing.

Farrell’s sharp gaze looked at Qi Mu for a long time, then he slowly nodded with a laugh, “Just like that Auston said. You are good, Qi. However, I am not a person who likes to beat around the bush. Speak straightforwardly. Qi, eight years ago, you might have talent, but I could see your future would not be long-term.”

Farrell’s smile grew, and he continued, “Your violin had no soul. Oh, it sounded fantastic, but Qi, your violin was empty. It made me very sad at the time. Sad that such a gifted child would not go far.”

“But, Qi, your performance last night showed your true strength. Maybe most thought your 《D Major》 was difficult and your skill was excellent. But I thought your next performance, 《Liang Zhu》 was even more touching. You had a soul. It made me see a diamond in urgent need of polishing.”

“Qi, I think you need a good teacher.”

Farrell’s kind voice lingered in the lounge, but Qi Mu’s eyes suddenly widened. He stared at the other man with an incredulous expression. The world had dulled suddenly, becoming quiet. He swore he could hear his heartbeat clearly, each thump of it in his chest.

Farrell’s meaning. . .

Fingers clenched, and with tightness in his throat, Qi Mu asked after a long time, “Mr. Farrell, you. . . want to take me as your student?”

However, Farrell quickly shook his head and explained, “No no no, Qi, you misunderstand. I am too busy with my work. I have no time to teach before I hand in my resignation to Dresden. If you were my student, it would only be a waste of your time.”

Those words were like a basin of cold water poured over Qi Mu’s head.

Before he could open his mouth, Farrell continued, “But, Qi, I want to introduce a teacher to you. He is an old friend of mine. Compared to me, he is an academic master violinist. I cannot teach you many things, but he can make you improve from start to finish. He can take you even further down your path as a violinist.”

Qi Mu had initially been disappointed, but now he was puzzled.

In his memory, no one could earn such high praise from Farrel. At least, in terms of violinists, those had won Farrell’s regard already stood at the very top.

Qi Mu politely asked, “Thank you very much, Mr. Farrell. I don’t know how this master you speak of. . .”

“You should have heard his name before,” Farrell smiled. He set down his teacup and said slowly, “His name is——”

“Reed Akkad.”