Chapter 70 (1/2)

Inspiration is a mysterious thing.

For the past seven or so days, Qi Mu wandered all over Paris hoping to find even a shred of inspiration from its romantic atmosphere. Of course, he found it but controlling it was another matter.

With the piano accompaniment just now, he grasped the elusive thing he had been searching for——that endless inspiration, dancing freely in the air.

The brisk but elegant piano was clearly just an accompaniment, but it used an objective perspective to guide the violin in another direction. Whenever Qi Mu’s violin was about to stall, the piano would pick it up and guide him to the next big tide.

Qi Mu stared at the man behind the piano. After a long while, he frowned, but the corners of his lips curled slightly upward. “I really. . . I don’t know how to describe it but, Min Chen. . . I think I’ve caught it, a little.”

Min Chen’s eyebrow raised, “Can you grasp it?”

He thought about it carefully for a moment and shook his head helplessly: “It feels like. . . there is still some unclear points. Like the finger technique or something. I didn’t change any of the technique, but I always there are still some changes to be made. I really. . . don’t know how to describe it.”

Qi Mu’s left hand pressed the strings, but he didn’t pick up his bow. He wanted to feel that strange feeling again. But unfortunately, after a few more attempts, it remained at a fancy, still elusive, and he failed to capture it.

“I think. . . this still won’t do.”

Min Chen was already quite surprised to see him make such significant progress with just this one session. He naturally didn’t think Qi Mu’s violin would make this much of a qualitative leap in only one ensemble.

At least, Qi Mu’s performance of 《No. 24》 just now was on par with Christole’s.

If once wasn’t enough, then they could play it twice, even thrice.

Min Chen calmly said, “Then we’ll continue.”

Qi Mu: “. . . ?”

“You continue, I will follow.”

The words surprised Qi Mu, and he said, “Min Chen, I don’t know how long will it take for me to fully grasp the feeling. If you really continue to help me, won’t it. . . take too much of your time?”

Min Chen lifted his gaze and looked at Qi Mu with a smile. “You think. . . it will take a long time?”

Qi Mu froze. A second later, he responded to the other man’s question, “I think it won’t take all that long.”

“A week?”

Qi Mu smiled and shook his head, “That exceeds the deadline teacher gave me. Five days, at most.”

Min Chen’s slender fingers caressed the black and white piano keys. He scrutinized the grand piano then looked up at Qi Mu and said, “Three days. . . perhaps.”

Though he was surprised, Qi Mu did not refute.

Again, the sound of a violin and piano emerged from within the quiet music room.

By the door, Dylan watched the two dark-haired men work in sync with each other. He didn’t quite understand. . . What were these two men talking about just now? What one week, five days, three days?

Could it be. . . a secret code?

But then again, it turned out his 《Fazioli》 could play such a beautiful No. 24! Why did he feel like he was playing cotton before. . .

The owner of the music room——Dylan felt the malice of the vast universe today.

. . .

On the first day of their practice session, Qi Mu assigned a five-day time limit which Min Chen reduced to three. When Min Chen said that, he was slightly joking, but he didn’t expect——

The youth really did it, and it was. . . even better than he thought it would be!

On the second day of their practice session, the captivating sunset dyed the western skies, and the sun shifted toward the horizon moment by moment. Min Chen pressed the piano keys rapidly but suddenly noticed. . . he could no longer control Qi Mu’s rhythm!

The sweet sound of the violin resounded in the room, broken free from all shackles and dancing freely.

Originally, Min Chen intended to only play the role of accompaniment and guide Qi Mu. But by the end of the first practice, Min Chen felt that his piano already lost its grip on Qi Mu.

In fact, as the lead, Qi Mu should have guided Min Chen’s piano and made it a foil to his violin. However, there were very few masters in the world who were capable of that feat (making Min Chen’s piano a foil), and Mr. Akkad was one of them. But this was his student, not the man himself.

During another fast pace pizzicato, Qi Mu’s violin was so full of impact and overflowing with intense emotion that it startled Min Chen, and he inevitably missed a beat. Qi Mu, immersed in his playing, didn’t even notice it.

When Qi Mu played this time, he had fully grasped that mischievous inspiration. After only two days of continuous practice, Qi Mu finally took the final step and let his bow bounce freely across the strings.

He already mastered the necessary skills, but only now would he dare to say: “This is my 《No. 24》.”

The sound of the violin was like a Phoenix of Nirvana, that which was born anew only once every five hundred years, bursting with infinite glory. The violin had a growing momentum, but it missed the mark a little.

Suddenly, the piano that was only accompanying the violin since the beginning joined the main melody. Its magnificence increased sharply and refused to lose to the violin.

Through years of practice, the man’s fingers slid on the keys and soon joined the violin. The melody blended seamlessly without conflict or abruptness, perfect in harmony.

The moment Akkad returned to Paris, he went to the college. He believed that his lovely student wouldn’t slack off. Even if he wasn’t in Paris, Qi Mu would continue to practice hard to achieve the desired results.