translated_Chapter 81

81: The Young Violinist

Qiu Shi wouldn’t suffer because she couldn’t enjoy the pleasures of the world.

Her brain had already turned to ashes.

But Qiu Ci, connected by blood, could always feel it.

The death of someone important is a lifelong shadow.

He left the fashion show halfway through.

Unable to even wait for it to end.

Such an uncomfortable feeling, he hated that Qiu Shi wasn’t by his side.

Clearly, this solution was excellent, so why didn’t they think of it during the most intense period of their argument?

When you can’t find something you need urgently, all your efforts are in vain.

When you don’t need it anymore, it inexplicably appears in some corner of your life.

No matter what he does, he can’t feel comfortable.

Clearly, he has plenty of time and money to enjoy himself, yet he still can’t move on.

Su Yuyang was a little worried about him, and soon came to France to accompany him.

“Hey, why are you living here?” Su Yuyang looked at the small, dimly lit rented apartment: “Do you remember the year your sister didn’t give you money? I lived with you in a small place like this. You always felt suffocated back then.”

Qiu Ci made him a cup of tea: “I feel okay now.”

“Did I say something wrong?” Su Yuyang belatedly realized that he had mentioned his sister.

“Did you?”

“No, no,” Su Yuyang hurriedly denied.

He cleared out a room next to him, guessing that Qiu Ci was only staying temporarily: “Do you remember that villa you decorated yourself? It’s still there after all these years.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to buy it back?” Su Yuyang rubbed his hands together: “It’s said that the current owner is also a Chinese person.”

“I don’t want to, let’s leave it like this for now.” That villa has its own significance.

Su Yuyang felt that he couldn’t bring up Qiu Ci’s spirits no matter what he said, After looking at the most potentially interesting projects recently, he finally chose a symphony performance: “I bought two tickets, want to go see it?” Both of them are currently unemployed.

It’s just that Qiu Ci doesn’t need to work at all. One percent of Global Wealth’s dividends is enough for him to live very well.

Qiu Ci accepted Su Yuyang’s invitation.

On the weekend, the two went to the opera house to listen to the symphony.

Su Yuyang felt bored. Qiu Ci listened relatively attentively for the first half, but then his mind wandered too. Sensing that he wasn’t in a good state, he went to the restroom during the intermission.

He simply washed his hands and was leaving.

A waitress walked over, swaying, holding a coffee cup.

Sure enough, she coincidentally bumped right into Qiu Ci.

“I’m sorry, sir.” This waitress also happened to be Chinese, with a smooth face and round eyes, looking no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

Qiu Ci’s suit was stained: “Tell me where the changing room is?”

The girl led him to deal with it.

“I’m really sorry, sir. Give me your contact information, and I’ll have it cleaned for you,” the girl kept apologizing.

“No need, I have to go first. It’s okay, it’s not important to me,” Qiu Ci said, getting up, preparing to leave. He had no interest in making things difficult for a young girl.

The girl shook her head: “But I delayed your time.”

“I don’t lack this bit of time, although it’s a pity to miss the second half of the concert.”

The girl pondered for a moment and slowly opened her mouth: “If you don’t mind, could you listen to me play a piece on the violin?” Seeing Qiu Ci’s confusion: “I’ve been studying since I was little, but my family is poor, so I work nearby to earn tuition. I know…”

As soon as Qiu Ci heard this, he immediately sat up straight: “Of course, that’s how you can make up for today.”

“I’m very sorry, my level definitely won’t match the level of the performance earlier,” The girl took out her violin case from her bag, adjusted her posture, took a deep breath, and began to play a melodious tune according to the pieces she knew well and had memorized.

This gentleman looked very rich at a glance, elegant and gentle in temperament, and also happened to be Chinese.

Although she was very unwilling to do so, hooking up with a rich man would make her life in a foreign country easier.

When the piece ended, Qiu Ci applauded sincerely: “Do you know what I heard?”

“A piece of music?”

“A sincere heart pursuing a dream. You’re the best violinist I’ve ever seen at this age,” Qiu Ci praised without reservation.

“Thank you so much, I… can I get to know you?” the girl said hesitantly.

Qiu Ci habitually touched his pocket, but he didn’t have any business cards on him anymore: “My name is Qiu Ci.”

“Mr. Qiu,” the girl bowed again gratefully: “My name is Sen.”

“Sen, a very good name.”

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and it was opened immediately: “Qiu, what are you doing here?” Su Yuyang clearly looked like he had been searching for a long time.

“Is the first half over?” Qiu Ci asked.

“Yeah, what are you doing? You don’t even know how amazing the final encore piano piece was, but, so you didn’t make the trip for nothing, I brought the pianist to you.” Su Yuyang pushed aside, and the black pianist behind him appeared in everyone’s view.

The tall man gave the three Chinese people present a great sense of oppression.

Fortunately, the man had an elegant temperament, extended his long, thick right hand, and shook hands with Qiu Ci, greeting him in broken Chinese: “Hello, Mr. Qiu, my name is Bern.”

Qiu Ci shook hands with him: “Qiu Ci, nice to meet you.”

“Nice…to meet.” Bern awkwardly said this sentence: “If you have time, I will play a piece for you alone.”

“That would be very lucky, but let’s save it for next time. Just now I listened to this young lady’s piece. Mr. Bern, even the waitresses under your command are so amazing, so of course you won’t be bad either.”

Bern’s face was very surprised: “Sen, you actually know music. You never told me.”

Sen was a little embarrassed: “I’m sorry, you’re very busy every day, and my position is a waitress, not a violinist, I’m just earning some tuition.”

“Oh my god, good child, where are you studying? You and Mr. Qiu already know each other.”

“I accidentally spilled coffee on Mr. Qiu…” Sen apologized to Qiu Ci again: “Sorry…”

“You’ve already said sorry to me many times, it’s okay, Sen, since we know each other, that means we’re destined, if there’s anything you need, you can come to me.”

Bern nodded in agreement: “Mr. Qiu is so certain of you, then if the school needs anything, you can also come to me.”

Su Yuyang looked at this group of bookish people and was a little embarrassed to speak: “Hey, guys, I think everyone needs to go to the bar for a dark beer.” He also teased Bern a little.

Bern said embarrassedly: “It’s getting late, we still have things to do, Mr. Qiu, you…”

“You guys are busy, I’m going back too.”

After saying goodbye to everyone, Qiu Ci returned to the apartment alone.

He sent the suit with coffee stains to the dry cleaner.

And took a shower himself.

The fatigue and happiness of the day were swept away.

He thought of Qiu Shi again.

He would think of Qiu Shi whenever he felt comfortable.

It seemed that he could feel Qiu Shi’s jealousy.