King of Classical Music Chapter 152

The early winter of B City was much colder than that of Paris. Siberian wind shrouded the city, coating it in a layer of bitter cold. Once people stepped free from the pleasant warmth of their ho or the sun, they could do nothing but shiver.

Qi Mu stayed in B City for another day, then left for S City. His holiday was only for a month in total, then he would return to Vienna before Christmas. Now he had less than two weeks left before the end of his holiday, so he needed to hurry.

Just after arriving at the S City airport, Qi Mu saw Zhu Wen Jun and his wife. They'd been waiting for a long ti at the airport. Smiling, he gave them a big hug, then said, "Uncle Zhu, Aunt Cheng, why are you still here in person?"

Zhu Wen Jun, in his forties that year, grood himself well. Wearing a light grey overcoat, he looked much younger than his actual age. Hearing Qi Mu's words, his eyes flashed a dark color, but were hidden by his glasses.

Zhu Wen Jun reached out his hand and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, saying "Little Seven, I haven't seen you for a long ti. Of course we had to pick you up when you ca to see us in S City." While talking, Zhu Wen Jun took Qi Mu's suitcase with great enthusiasm, surprising him.

Cheng Tingwen, wearing makeup, snorted from her nose, then glanced dismissively at her good-for-nothing husband. She said, "Little Seven, don't worry about him. He wouldn’t be like this if he had sothing to ask you, would he?"

Together, the three walked to the parking lot. Qi Mu frowned a little. Smiling with embarrassnt, he said, "What do you want to do? Aunt Cheng, you don’t have to tease , how could Uncle Zhu ask sothing of ?"

Cheng Tingwen looked at her husband as if she was disgusted, then said, "Just listen to him about this, Little Seven."

Hearing this, Qi Mu's handso white face flashed a puzzled look. He turned to Zhu Wen Jun, who stood on the other side of the car. Looking at the elegant chief conductor of the S City Symphony Orchestra, he noticed his eyes were… Deep.

…So he did have sothing to ask!

When they reached the car, Zhu Wen Jun finally put his thoughts together and explained the situation one piece at a ti.

At first, Qi Mu thought there was sothing wrong with the orchestra's latest concert and needed his help to perform onstage. But, to his surprise, Zhu Wen Jun said, "Little Seven, there will be a new Huaqing Cup national violin competition soon, did you know?"

Hearing this, Qi was shocked. Fastening his seatbelt, he looked up at Zhu Wen Jun in the driver's seat, just to see him looking back. In the bright rearview mirror, their eyes t.

After thinking for a long ti, Qi Mu helplessly said, "Uncle Zhu, if I rember correctly, Huaqing Cup… only those under 20 can compete? I am 22 this year, I may not be able to participate."

Zhu Wen Jun: "…"

Cheng Tingwen laughed out loud, "Little Seven, you misunderstood . How could you think your uncle would misrember your age? He didn't want to invite you to participate in the competition, but…" uttering a sound, she glanced at Zhu Wen Jun, whose face was a brilliant red in the driver's seat, then continued, "He wants to invite you to judge the competition."

As soon as her voice fell, Qi Mu was stunned. Then he got the reason from Zhu Wen Jun.

It turned out that Huaqing Cup was usually hosted by the Huaxia Classical Music Association, or B City and S City Classical Music Association in turns. This year, it was the S City Classical Music Association's turn. Zhu Wen Jun, as the vice chairman of the association, had undertaken the organization work for the competition.

Zhu Wen Jun, as the chief conductor of the S City Symphony Orchestra, had no doubt in his ability. Therefore, the competition ended smoothly from the initial audition stage to the preliminary stage. Three days later, it would be the second stage, and then the final would be held.

Zhu Wen Jun handled the matter properly without any mistakes. He even considered the weather conditions. Who knew that just when he finished making final preparations for the judges and contestants three days before the competition, sothing big would happen to one of the judges. Because it was a youth violin competition, in addition to three relatively authoritative and heavyweight music masters, two of the five judges were talented young masters.

Qi Mu also knew that Wang Zheng, who worked with the orchestra during the centennial celebration, would be there. Although Wang Zheng was an outstanding pianist, he also had made so accomplishnts in violin since childhood and had won so awards.

After thinking for a long ti, Zhu Wen Jun finally picked another young violinist in Hong Kong. Although the violinist was a little older and hadn't won any well-known awards, he was quite popular among the young people, so he could barely be nominated as one of the judges.

But, to Zhu Wen Jun's surprise, after calculating the weather and transportation, he never considered that——

One of the judges would fall ill!

The violinist in Hong Kong City suddenly had multiple stomach aches two days earlier. When he went to the hospital, they said his long-term drinking and smoking caused a cyst in his stomach, which needed to be removed as soon as possible. The excision… he'd be recovering for ten days, which wasn't good.

Zhu Wen Jun was completely worried.

The candidate was already hard to find, but now he had an accident. Why wouldn't he be worried?

When Zhu Wen Jun received Qi Mu's call, he learned he was going to visit him in S City.

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

Although most of Qi Mu's fans gathered in B City and didn't usually co 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 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 sotis 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 , would you?" After thinking about it, he said, "Uncle Zhu, although I'm honored that you could invite … 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 you beca 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 rember 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 ti…"

"No, Little Seven, I believe you have the ability to appreciate music. You just need to comnt 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 so 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 al, 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 , 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 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 sothing. 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 rember 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!!!