Chapter 95 (2/2)
In Jenny’s words, Mr. Bertram was quite the very, very talented maestro!
In Leipzig Conservatory’s annual assessment, the then 16-years old maestro didn’t participate. Not because he wasn’t qualified for it. . . But because a few years before, he had already won first place in Xiao Sai with full marks. It would hurt the students’ heart to let him participate.
Being talented was not enough!
Mr. Bertram was also very graceful!
Every time he visited, he would thoughtfully bring the members Berlin’s delicacies. Although he looked serious, he was meticulous and considerate.
. . .
There were countless occurrences.
Listening to it going on and on, Qi Mu even doubted——
That awkward, stingy, vengeful, poisonous tongued, and black-bellied man with a good face that he knew. . . Most important of all that fear of bugs, was this really the man named “Auston Bertram”?
All in all, until time for the last rehearsal, Jenny kept instilling “Mr. Bertram is a handsome, gentlemanly, elegant and talented man. . .” propaganda in Qi Mu’s mind.
It was hard to make the loyal Bertram fan leave. A member of the orchestra patted Qi Mu’s left shoulder with feeling and sighed, “Angel, Jenny is. . . She adores Mr. Bertram so much even her husband is jealous.”
Qi Mu: “. . .”
After a while, Qi Mu asked helplessly, “In fact, Mark, why do you call me Angel? My English name is. . .”
“Ah?! Isn’t your name Angel? Mr. Farrell has been talking about you non-stop for half a year, saying—— ‘I met a lovely Angel in Huaxia. His violin was very touching’ and so on.”
Qi Mu: “. . .”
Sure enough, Farrell was committed to creating black history for him forever. And He. Would. Not. Stop!
Even allowed to join the Dresden Symphony Orchestra as a temporary violinist through the back door, Qi Mu doubted him again, Mr. Farrell. . . is this true love? Or is this really hate?
After pondering for a long while, Qi Mu found a suitable description for Farrell: “Well, he’s both black (hate) and pink (affection).”
. . .
In this way, Qi Mu officially joined the orchestra early his third day in Dresden and began rehearsing for the opera concert next month. Over here, a silver plane from Berlin landed at Paris’ Charles de Gaulle International Airport.
A man whose phone calls had been hung up on 22 times in a row and had 53 texts ignored finally couldn’t resist rushing over from Berlin to ask in person.
But when he stood in front of the door with a plaque that read, “Reed Akkad,” and knocked for 20 minutes, he never got a response——
Min Chen: “. . .”
After a while, Dylan, who had just bought a hamburger, saw the man standing in the corridor with an unhappy face. He was so frightened that his burger fell to the floor, and he exclaimed, “My God! Mr. Bertram?! Why are you suddenly here?!”
Min Chen: “. . .”
A while later, the man coughed softly and said plainly, “I have something. . . I left something here, so I came to get it.”
What were the words Qi Mu used before?
Good face!
How could the great Auston Bertram with a good face say directly that, “I’ve been ignored by my loved one for three days, so I decided to block the door in person”?
But Dylan, a fool, didn’t think much of it. He nodded and said, “That’s why. . . But Mr. Bertram, didn’t Angel followed Mr. Farrell to Dresden? Why did you come to Paris to see him? Eh. . . Aren’t you friends? Didn’t he tell you?!”
Min Chen: “. . .”
After a while, the cool, elegant man lifted his chin and calmly replied, “Oh, he told me, but I forgot for a moment.”
Dylan: “. . .”
He was a bit dense, but he wasn’t stupid, okay. . .
Mr. Bertram!