Chapter 165 (2/2)

Putting aside any further nonsense, after Dorenza’s “Let’s begin,” Qi Mu tugged along the bow of his violin, and the first note burst free.

With the first light note, the entire concert hall was filled to bursting with spring flowers and fresh grass. The intoxicatingly earthy scent of spring touched the audience, as was the rare ease and joy of Beethoven.

The 《Violin Concerto in D major》 was Beethoven’s only violin concerto. Alongside Tchaikovsky’s and Brahams’ 《Violin Concerto in D major》, and Mendelssohn’s 《Concerto in E Minor》, they were collectively known as the four major violin concerts of the world. And as the first to be deemed worthy of the four concertos, it was also known as——

The world’s king of violin concertos.

Dorenza once said he didn’t like Beethoven’s 《Fur Elise》 because, to him, although the piece tried its best to express the inner longing with its most beautiful, euphemistic tune, it was still laced with Beethoven’s stubbornness.

But, this 《D Major》 was an exception!

Songs that could be called the kings of music were few. They were tested for hundreds of years, performed by hundreds of famous maestros, conductors, and eventually won everyone’s recognition and praise.

Beethoven was sad and indignant, but 《D Major》 was joyous.

Like a blazing flame, it condensed the best feelings of the world between four small violin strings. Every note was like an angel’s voice, the very sound of God!

And now, during this superb and skillful performance, this third movement caused the second conductor, Motl, to furrow his brows.

If Dorenza liked Beethoven the most, then Motl’s favorite was Mozart. Motl believed Beethoven was a musician who wanted to express his emotions too much, and his music was always laden with strong sorrow, depressing the audience.

Of course, had Motl never heard 《D Major》?

That was impossible.

But, he had never heard someone play 《D Major》 so vicariously!

He watched the young man’s slender fingers press back and forth on the strings, each one repeating its theme, and every note seeming to pour from the stage.

The melody was brisk, and the sun was bright as it shone upon the youth, reflecting the vigor and vitality that only the young had.

Everyone in the world could understand Beethoven’s grief. But Beethoven’s pleasure was only understood by a few.

The musician was born into poverty, and his parents passed away when he needed them the most. He was struck hard and encountered setbacks on the road of love. The maestro remained unmarried his entire life, and when sickness struck him down in his later years, Beethoven passed away in pain.

When Beethoven passed, all the schools in Vienna closed, and nearly 20,000 people attended his funeral to send him to his eternal slumber inside the earth. Engraved on his tombstone was an inscription by the Austrian poet Grillparzer——

『When you stand before his coffin, you should not feel discouraged. What you should feel is not despondency, but a noble spirit; the only thing we can say about such a person is: He had a great career.』

This was Beethoven, a person who was once considered by Lance as similar to Qi Mu, but was now completely different.

And in this moment, if Lance were to listen to Qi Mu’s 《D Major》 again, he would not believe that this child could feel so relaxed and happy——

The pleasure to be free from sadness and pain.

Without seeing the deepest darkness, how could one understand the brightest light?

Qi Mu’s eyes lowered, and with a flip of his hand, the tune turned into a long, beautiful overtone. He completed a smooth, four-string exchange, and three scales of melody flowed out!

Motl, sitting under the stage, felt his hand gradually pull into a fist. He stared blankly at the young man on the stage. He’d clearly just heard the moan of a crying cub, but why now…

Could it be this exciting?

Could it be, he had always misunderstood Beethoven?

The 《D Major》 had never been a purely happy song, as it hid the most profound of emotions behind laughter. It placed Beethoven’s rare positivity and happiness in its listeners’ ears?!

What kind of tolerance was this!

The fierce song entered its climax, each note trembling and leaping aside, each difficult legato sounding easily under the bow. The rhythm was wonderful and clear.

Then——

The song plummeted sharply!

Even Dorenza suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the youth on stage in horror.