Chapter 152 (2/2)

It was a small thing to visit, but it was a big deal for Little Seven to come there!

Although most of Qi Mu’s fans gathered in B City and didn’t usually come to S City, Zhu Wen Jun had heard countless words like, “Ahhhh, Little Seven!”, “Little Seven’s fingers are so beautiful!”, and a little girl saying, “Oh, the screen is so dirty, let me lick it clean!”

Zhu Wen Jun and Cheng Tingwen had borne a musical family, with an older son who devoted himself to classical music. However, their younger daughter was totally uninterested in music. Even when she was an adult and had the right to make her own decisions, she sometimes didn’t even bother listening to the S City Symphony Orchestra’s concerts.

However, such a little girl, who was not interested in classical music at all, happily bought one of Qi Mu’s albums. She even learned how to climb over the wall and go to foreign websites to search for Qi Mu’s video!

Even my daughter is like this. What is Little Seven like, amongst the young people?

Although it wasn’t very kind, compared with Little Seven, Zhu Wen Jun really thought that the original violin judge was just a scum of combat effectiveness!

When Qi Mu listened to Zhu Wen Jun, he put down his chopsticks and looked at the man, wearing an expression of “Little Seven, you would never refuse me, would you?” After thinking about it, he said, “Uncle Zhu, although I’m honored that you could invite me… My qualifications are still too shallow, I’m afraid I can’t…”

“No! Little Seven, you’re perfectly qualified. Last night, Mr. Tan was very proud to tell me you became the chief of the Palisade Theatre Orchestra in Vienna, and that you cooperated with the Symphony Orchestra in Dresden, and you were invited by the New York Philharmonic before, and your qualifications are not shallow at all!”

After a pause, Zhu Wen Jun recalled, “I remember Tan always saying, ‘Of course, my family, Little Seven, is the most powerful, and your stupid son can’t match him at all!’”

Cheng Tingwen’s face turned dark. She gave her husband an elbow.

Qi Mu: “…”

It turned out that… In Lao Tan’s heart, he had such a great image?

But, even so, Qi Mu hesitated. “Uncle Zhu. I’ve never been the judge of a competition, so this will be the first time…”

“No, Little Seven, I believe you have the ability to appreciate music. You just need to comment on the players’ music and give scores from your cognition.”

After a pause, Zhu Wen Jun pushed the glasses up on his nose and smiled. “Little Seven, there are so many good young people among those who have reached the semi-finals. Like you, they are the pillars of the future of the Chinese classical music industry. In fact, I’m also a bit selfish. That is, I hope you can see these children and give them some advice, so they can grow and be better artists.”

Qi Mu was shocked and looked up at him. He saw the elegant, middle-aged man looking at him, his eyes deep and inclusive, as if looking at a beloved generation of growing hope.

Any reservations he had, he could no longer admit. Looking down at his warm, simple meal, he finally sighed and said, “Uncle Zhu, even if I wanted to refuse you… I have eaten Aunt Cheng’s dishes, so I can’t refuse. You’ve fed me, so I must repay you. Well, Aunt Cheng, your stir-fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs are delicious.

Cheng Tingwen was very happy to put more food into Qi Mu’s bowl with her own chopsticks, just to show how much she cared. “Little Seven, Eat more if you like the food. Child, why did you lose so much weight in Europe? Didn’t you eat well there? Let me tell you, the pizza and sandwiches or whatever they have, will never be tastier than our ribs with honey sauce, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and hope pepper chicken, eat more!”

Qi Mu nodded very obediently.

On the side of the dining table, Zhu Wen Jun looked at the cute scene and slowly laughed. Seeing the smiling child before him with such deep eyes, warmth spread from his heart to his body along his blood vessels.

After thinking about it, Zhu Wen Jun smiled and said, “Little Seven, I just thought of something. Now that I think about it… Maybe it’s a prophecy.”

Qi Mu’s hand, holding green vegetables, suddenly stiffened. Looking up in confusion, he asked, “Uncle Zhu, I don’t know what you said…?”

“Do you remember what Master Ferell said half a year ago?”

In his heart, Qi Mu felt a trace of his mistake. “…”

“As he said, you are indeed like an angel!”

Qi Mu: “…………………”

Can. I. Please. Take. Back. On. Agreeing. To. Judge!!!