Chapter 81 (2/2)

It seemed most people had good tempers.

And what about Min Chen?

He was a gentleman!

Qi Mu really didn’t understand why Min Chen won with such an unbeatably high score on that Danube Forum ‘Conductor with the worst temper’ poll.

Akkad told Qi Mu to bring his violin today precisely because he wanted Qi Mu to play some in front of his friend and get some advice.

Every musician had their own style. Generally speaking, none of the masters were better or worse than the other. Other than those who were too outstanding and regarded as gods, of course. In the violin world, Reed Akkad, Farrell Louis and the one they were visiting that day, Lance Trier, naturally fell into that category.

After listening to Qi Mu’s 《E minor》 and 《Devil’s Trills》, the mild-mannered violinist pondered for a while. “Since Reed told me to give you some pointers, Little Seven, I won’t be polite.”

Qi Mu solemnly nodded. “Yes, Master Lance.”

When he saw Qi Mu’s modest and serious expression, Lance smiled with admiration. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said, “Seven, your violin skills are already high. To tell you the truth, my hands have been shaking more over the years, and my playing may not be as good as yours.”

Akkad said, “Lance, you’re almost 80. Now, it’s the young men’s world, haha!”

Lance shook his head and objected, “No, Reed. I think, even if it was thirty or forty years ago, my ability is probably worse than your student’s. You know I was never able to practice 《Dance of the Goblins》 well, and I’ve never played it in public.”

Akkad choked on his words and uttered, “I didn’t expect you to see that video. . .”

During Qi Mu’s impromptu open-air performance, some bystanders took a video of him playing 《Dance of the Goblins》 and uploaded it on YouTube. Akkad didn’t pay much attention to that kind of thing, but when Qi Mu performed the following two days, the crowd increased in size. . .

The maestro had an epiphany. His student seemed a bit famous?

How could Akkad know it wasn’t just a little fame?!

With such a handsome and delicate face, his performance of such difficult pieces was impressive. Those videos gained millions of views on YouTube. It was like a fire, spreading across Europe!

If not for the firewall blocking the Huaxian fans, the count might have climbed even higher.

At Akkad’s helpless expression, Lance smiled. “My skills have always been worse than the dazzling things taught by that school of yours, but. . .” At this, Lance turned to Qi Mu and continued, “But Seven, if I were to judge from only a musical point of view, your understanding of those two pieces. . . are different from mine.”

Such a response shocked Qi Mu. He remembered; over half a month ago, the American violin queen said the same thing to him.

Qi Mu’s expression turned earnest in a way he couldn’t stop. “Your understanding of these two pieces. . . What do you mean, Master Lance?”

Lance replied, “Little Seven, though you and Reed have a good teacher-student relationship and your style is similar to his. . . Reed has gone through many setbacks and hardships, and his music was polished around those. So Reed’s 《E minor》 and 《Devil’s Trills》 are powerful and shocking. But. . .”

After a pause, Lance continued, “Your performances amazed me. I’m probably too sensitive, but I noticed a sense of aggression in your music. Seven, have you experienced something unforgettably sad?”

Qi Mu was stunned by this remark, and before he could speak, Lance said, “Not sad, it’s. . .” He sighed. “Well, this kind of aggression could also be called another word. It’s——”

“Resentment.”