Chapter 69 (2/2)

After a pause, Min Chen looked up at Qi Mu, “Is there a piano?”

Ten minutes later, a tall Swiss man excitedly lent them his music room.

The brunet was called Dylan. He studied the piano for more than ten years, so a Fazioli grand piano resided in his room. With it, he could practice any time he wished.

“Little Seven, I never knew you knew Mr. Bertram! I’m so excited! God, is he going to borrow my room to play my piano? God, I won’t even play this Fazioli again, I must preserve it!”

It was natural for Dylan to be excited at meeting his idol. Grateful, Qi Mu said, “Thank you very much, Dylan. My room doesn’t have a piano, so I can only borrow yours. If you need to practice, you can go to my room, it has good lighting.”

Despite not completing the task given by his mentor, Dylan shook his head without hesitation. “No, Seven! I want to stay and listen to Mr. Bertram play the piano. I want to remember this scene well and imprint it in my heart!”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

Min Chen played a few notes to familiarize himself with the piano, then he looked up at Qi Mu, who had his violin rested on his shoulder.

Min Chen smiled, “Play as usual. I’ll keep up with you.”

Qi Mu nodded and lifted his bow.

He had no doubt that Min Chen would be able to keep up with him nor that he would have any trouble despite not rehearsing first. If Min Chen couldn’t play it. . . no one in the world could.

When the elegant piano resounded, Qi Mu’s eyes widened.

It. . . wasn’t an ensemble!

It was an accompaniment!

The piano was like a river’s stream, and the sound flowed slowly in the room. Although Qi Mu was shocked, his bow didn’t stutter, nor did his fingers on the strings. He remembered Min Chen’s words from earlier, “Don’t worry about me, just play as usual.” So, he did. Qi Mu stopped thinking about it and concentrated on playing.

Only the sound of the violin and piano resonated in the quiet room.

The sole audience, Dylan, was taken aback. He never expected that Mr. Bertram would accompany Little Seven! This was simply too amazing!

And this piece, Dylan could recognize from a single note. It was the piece Little Seven had been practicing so intently, Paganini’s 《No. 24》. Dylan’s own syllabus hadn’t yet reached it, so he knew how difficult it must be. Qi Mu played it well, but he couldn’t say much.

Today, however, he felt that this song. . . could be adapted so pleasantly?

What Dylan didn’t know was that Qi Mu was also surprised.

Min Chen only acted as the accompaniment, but Qi Mu felt that he was being led by the man. While being pulled wasn’t obvious, he could still detect the slight traces.

Qi Mu didn’t intend to ask Min Chen his intention, but when he entered the song’s second section, he found——

He grabbed hold of that inspiration!

The echo of freedom released the melody and let the sound of the violin dance.

Every time he practiced, he would try to find that flash of inspiration Mr. Akkad once described. Qi Mu had occasionally seen a glimpse of this wonderful feeling before, now. . . he actually had it.

Even after the 6 to 7 minutes, when the piece had ended, the echoes of a violin and piano still lingered in the room.

It took a long time for the sole audience to recover and applaud. Qi Mu set down his violin and turned to look at the man by the piano. Min Chen looked back at him.

The two gazed at each other for a moment then Min Chen revealed a rare smile and asked quietly:

“Do you. . . get the feeling now?”