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    Akkad''s questioning had Min Chen speechless. His fierce Phoenix eyes narrowed, then he sighed. "Reed, you''ve yed the violin for over sixty years. Do you think. . . it''s possible for two people to sound the same?"


    Stunned, Akkad shook his head. "Impossible. Even in different stages of life, the same person''s style and skill will make them sound different." After a pause, he asked, curious, "Min, why ask such a simple question?"


    The shadowy lighting in the car made everything bleak. Even when they passed a light on the side of the road, it barely highlighted the outline of Min Chen''s profile so Akkad couldn''t gauge his expression.


    Min Chen''s eyebrows furrowed, and he whispered, "Qi Mu''s violin. . . sounds a lot like someone I knew." He added afterward, "That man was important to me. He helped me with something long ago, but he died young."


    Akkad nodded, feeling guilty, and said, "I''m sorry Min. . . I didn''t expect that."


    "It doesn''t matter. His music sounds very simr, and I was concerned. But I don''t want to cast too much attention on him." Min Chen nodded a little and stared into the darkness ahead of them. "He''s talented and diligent, so teach him properly. It''s not a problem for me."


    Akkad was also in favor. "Yes, if you can continue like this, not afraid of trouble, it''ll be good for a lot of potential neers.


    It wasn''t muchter that the car came to a stop outside the two-story building Akkad called home. The atmosphere between them had returned to its humorous beginning. Akkad draped his coat over his arm and got out.


    Before he got far, however, he turned and hurried back to knock on the window. Min Chen looked up at him in bewilderment and rolled down the window.


    The little old man stared at the handsome man sitting in the car and asked in a solemn tone, "Min. That still doesn''t exin why you''re so good to my lovely Small Seven. . . Are you not homosexual?"


    This question had been tossed to the back of his mind, but now he brought it up again. Min Chen was a little stunned.


    Min Chen''s dark eyes shed with humor, and he raised them to look him in the eye. He asked ndly, "Oh? Did I say I wasn''t gay?"


    Akkad: ". . ."


    Once Min Chen had spoken, the driver, aware of Min Chen''s temper, stepped on the gas and pulled away from the curb.


    On a quiet, empty street in Paris, a little old man dropped his coat in resentment and shouted after a beautiful Bentley.


    "Auston Bertram! You insidious demon! You really approached my lovely student with such ill intentions! You demon!!!"


    At the violent cries behind him, the man in the car pursed his lips into a smile.


    . . . Was he gay?


    Well, that question would have to be directed to his future wife and what gender they were.


    And if that was Qi Mu. . .


    The name sprang to mind, and Min Chen stilled. After a long time, he rubbed at his temples and expelled the thought. Still, the warmth in his chest tugged at the corners of his mouth.


    The brain said it wasn''t reasonable.


    But the heart. . . the heart said it wasn''t wrong?


    After attending the Bai Ai concert, Qi Mu thought the days of messing around were over. But the next day, he waited for half an hour in the music room, but Akkad did not show.


    Qi Mu dialed his teacher''s number and listened as the entric old man said in surprise, "Didn''t you see the email I sent youst night, Seven? Today, we''re going to the Louvre so show up at nine."


    Qi Mu: ". . ."


    Luckily, at least he had brought along the big full-frame SLR camera?


    The Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the River Seine, the Pce of Versailles. . .


    Paris was a famous tourist city for its romantic attractions. There were fewer attractions that in B City, but they still had three full days of walking around and a thousand photos taken from different angles.


    Some were pure scenery, others of the two together, most of them were photos of Qi Mu taken by the professor. Akkad strictly demanded a smile and often times funny poses.


    By the third day, thestndscape photographed was the banks of the Seine. The beautiful river was akin to a long, jade belt as it reflected the light with jewel-like fluorescence.


    Numerous tourists walked along the river and, in the crowd, this pair of a handsome young man and short old man——it must have looked a little weird.


    "Small Seven, remember to be at the music room at eight tomorrow."


    Qi Mu was looking at the photographs but looked up, feeling out of ce. It was like waiting for chocte every day but getting a cake each day and now finally being told: tomorrow we''ll eat chocte!


    ——At least, that''s probably what it was like.


    . . . Qi Mu couldn''t be med too much, though. He had seen so much chocte these days and wanted a detour.


    "Teacher, tomorrow. . . do we officially begin the course?"


    Akkad raised an eyebrow. "Have we not been learning these past few days?"


    Qi Mu: ". . ."


    "Go to the music room early tomorrow. The school estimates the renovations should be done. Small Seven, ah, don''t be surprised when you see the insides tomorrow. This is a surprise teacher has for you, haha."


    Qi Mu smiled. "Teacher, isn''t this type of thing supposed to be kept quiet until thest moment?"


    Akkad disagreed, "That''s an unsessful surprise. The surprise I prepared for you, even if you know, you''ll still be thrilled, ah!"


    Qi Mu nodded, "Yes, yes, Teacher, I know. I''ll be amazed."


    This answer satisfied Akkad, and they continued walking along the embankment. Akkad pulled on Qi Mu''s arm, and the student looked at his teacher in surprise, "Teacher?"


    "If I remember. . . Bai Ai''s leaving Paris today?"


    Qi Mu nodded, a little astounded. "Yes, Teacher. I heard they left today."


    These days, Qi Mu apanied Akkad everywhere every day. He returned to his apartmentte at night. Although there was little contact with Min Chen, they still exchanged texts from time to time. Last night, Min Chen told him they were leaving for London today.


    "Ah. . . Small seven, teacher''s telling you to stay further away from that Auston guy. He. . . is not a good guy."


    Qi Mu looked at Akkad''s mysterious expression, "Teacher, why. . . do you say that?"


    "This. . . this. . . anyway, you don''t need to look for him often. He''s not a good guy."


    Akkad was an open person, and he had no discrimination toward homosexuality in his heart. However, once he thought that guy might have ill-intention towards his student, Akkad''s heart became awkward.


    Anyone else was fine, but to let that cold, ill-tempered guy around his lovely student, it made Akkad ufortable!


    After getting along these few days, Qi Mu knew his teacher had a veritable mouth. While he didn''t understand why he needed to "nder" Min Chen, it was easy for him to follow the old man''s heart.


    He smiled and bowed his head, "Yes, teacher, I know."


    "Well, alright then," snorted Akkad in satisfaction.


    He didn''t know, behind him, the young man described as beautiful lifted his hand to cover his smile.


    How was Min Chen a bad guy?


    Well, teacher must be feeling yful again.


    Evening, London.


    Another aircraft dropped onto the runway of Heathrow Airport. The international airport weed tens of thousands of passengers every day. Sometimes, even the security checkpoint lines were long.


    When the members of Vienna Symphony Orchestra exited with their instruments, the round sunset was almostpletely hidden by the horizon outside, peeking down at the people below.


    Luo Yu Sen wore a thick coat, wrapped up like a wild bear. He followed at the end of the group. Over the past six months, he lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks were sunken in. If he could be considered handsome before, he was haggard now. He looked bad enough that before going on stage, he now painted his face with makeup.


    The first stop on the Vienna Symphony''s tour was London this year. This wasn''t their first time in the city, so they were familiar with the bus that came to meet them and drove them to the rented hotel.


    Seated inside, Luo Yu Sen sat alone at the end with no one to care about him.


    After Lu Zi Wen''s death, everyone had little opinion of him. Even the police couldn''t file aint against him, but there was a small bump in everyone''s hearts they couldn''t release. After all, this had to do with an actual life, they dared not think about it too much.


    Whenever the orchestra''s chief, Jasper, ridiculed Luo Yu Sen in public, the other members would detour away.


    Although Jasper wasn''t good looking, his interpersonal rtionship with the orchestra was still good. Between offending the former or thetter, everyone''s choice was obvious.


    In thest row of the bus, one person sat alone.


    Luo Yu Sen''s dark eyes stared resentfully at the fat, ck man sitting at the front of the bus. His gaze didn''t trouble the other man at all, but he still stared. After a long time, he whispered, "Jasper. . . this is what you''ve forced me to do. . ."


    This early spring night''s sky was dark. Luo Yu Sen''s finger hitting send on his mobile could be seen in the window''s reflection.


    Afterward, he sighed with relief and sneered.


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