Chapter 5:

In the early morning in Vienna, the sky just woke up, and under the blue was a leisurely and busy man. On both sides of the road are beautiful tall sycamore trees. The early autumn season makes the ground covered with a thick layer of golden yellow leaves, which is fascinating as a blanket.
When Luo Yusen came out of the taxi, he happened to meet a passerby who had rushed through the traffic lights. After he cursed his own violin case, he had to stand on the side of the road waiting for the person to walk.
Luo Yusen has been out of the police station for a week. Lu Ziwen’s cause of death has been determined to be an acute asthma attack. Even before Luo Yusen’s fight against Lu Ziwen’s injury, there has never been an asthma attack in the current medical research.
Moreover, Luo Yusen was in tears in prison, and he also screamed in tears, "Why did you go early?" "Why didn't you see Lu Ziwen's illness?" He cried to death and let the police have to face each other. When he left, there was no evidence to prove that he had a direct relationship with the accident.
According to Luo Yusen’s testimony and the time of death inferred by the forensic doctor, it should be that shortly after Luo Yusen left the lounge, Lu Ziwen suddenly developed acute asthma. He did not take the medicine because he was too violent because of this asthma, and there is no way to call for help. Lost consciousness and eventually lead to death.
"嘀嘀-"
It was just a fast-moving taxi that crossed the front of Luo Yusen. He stepped back in a frightened way and almost fell to the ground. Suddenly he felt like he was being held. After returning to God, Luo Yusen turned to look at it and saw a blonde blue-eyed man smiling at himself and asking, "Oh, gentleman, hello, is it okay?"
Luo Yusen nodded his face and did not thank him. He took the green light and hurried forward. When he opened the door and entered the red brick European small building opposite the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, Luo Yusen did not find that behind him, the blond blue-eyed man slowly gathered a smile, thoughtfully The door where he disappeared.
After a long time, the blond man turned and left. He walked under a huge phoenix tree across the road and smiled. "This Luo Yusen looks... it seems very general, hey, are you thinking a little bit more? ? Police
Cha also said that he just happened to appear in the lounge of the land, and just left before his onset."
Under the golden splendid phoenix tree, a handsome man with a handsome figure looked up slightly and looked at the leaves swaying with the trees. He wore a dark black long coat, and he couldn't see the brand on his clothes, but his fine workmanship contained an elegant extravagance. He stood on the side of the road, passing the passing vehicle behind him, looking up at the tree-filled phoenix leaves.
After discovering that he was neglected, the blond man said with a smile: "Hey, you said you want to come here to see it. Now I met Luo Yusen... Damn, how is the name of your Chinese people so difficult... After you met him, Why don't you talk?"
A distorted yellow phoenix leaf slowly descended with the autumn wind, and consciously reached out and caught it. For a long time, he looked at the leaf that was no longer full of vitality for a long time, and suddenly said: "Daniel, there is an old saying in China - Coincidentally."
Daniel looked at him strangely, and he was puzzled.
"But things, really... would it be so clever?"
The cool autumn wind immersed the man's low sigh, and after a long time, a black Bentley slowly drove out of the block. The pedestrians on the streets still rushed in like that. Only the swaying sycamore leaves saw the conversation that happened here.
At this time, China, which is separated by a small half of the earth, has arrived in the afternoon.
When Zheng Weiqiao learned from his friend that he had gotten the opportunity to enter the b-symphony orchestra, there were some surprises, but some inexplicable expectations. Although he also knows that he is the only interviewer who has not been evaluated by the jury, he feels inexplicably...
Oh, it can be successful.
Zheng Weiqiao has not heard of playing the violin for a long time. He also understands that he has not touched the violin for eight years. The level of jealousy is not the original, but he has this confidence. Because he believes that yesterday, the young man who can confidently say that "the city symphony orchestra did not choose himself, but it is not the err" is definitely not lying.
That is to say, but when Zheng Weiqiao drove to the lower house, he knocked on the door for a long time and never got a reply. When I called, I only heard the surprised voice ringing from the phone: "Well? Zheng Ge, what are you doing at my house? I have already arrived at the orchestra."
"..."
How come there is...
The child is big, don't listen to the illusion of my mother's words? !
When Zheng Weiqiao rushed to the b-symphony orchestra, he just entered the practice room and saw a well-known, unspeakable old stubborn in the industry holding a glass of his own made maca wine for tasting, and beautiful and beautiful. The young people refused euphemistically. After everyone on the side laughed a few more words, everyone was in a mess.
atmosphere……
It’s really glaring and harmonious.
Wait, shouldn't it be that everyone rejects the awkwardness of suddenly inserting the orchestra and owning the aura of "genius prodigy", and then wearing him small shoes, deliberately crowding out, so that he can't help but get angry and finally make trouble. Open? !
How is this completely different from what he imagined? !
Zheng Weiqiao feels that his whole person is not good.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Zheng Weiqiao standing at the gate. He saw Zheng Weiqiao’s face suddenly green and white, and finally sighed inexplicably, a look of
old ten years old
. I couldn’t help but smile and waved, raising my voice and shouting: "Zheng Ge, I am here."
Zheng Weiqiao walked over and said a few words to the old members of the band. He sat in the position next to him and said, "Hey... Why don’t you wait for me today, you will come to the orchestra directly. Already?"
The rumor, the shape of the scorpion lifted up and looked at Zheng Weiqiao, and asked strangely: "Zheng Ge, you are not saying that you want to write a manuscript for the "Music Hall" today, I will not bother you. I am also very convenient to take the bus here. There is a platform at the entrance of the community, so you don't have to worry about my trip."
"..." Where is he worried about your trip! That is to worry that you have been swallowed up by this group of old fritters!
Seeing Zheng Weiqiao’s expression on his face, he moved his voice slightly and understood the other side’s meaning.
He was born in Europe, only a few times with the orchestra's global tour to China, and naturally not familiar with the Chinese symphony orchestra. He is an orphan. No one knows who his parents are. It may be two Chinese people who have sneaked over and throw him on the side of the road. If someone who got up early discovers his existence, I am afraid that he is there. Winter was frozen to death.
Growing up in an orphanage since childhood, what is needed is to understand the face and patience, plus a little threat of force, this is the most appropriate. Before he was seven years old, he was able to live peacefully in an orphanage, and he was credited with the fact that he would look at people's faces.
After he was adopted by a pair of old couples who had no children for many years, he had the opportunity to learn the violin and then enter the European music scene of the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger. There is a saying that Luo Yusen has not said anything wrong. He has never had a family and no background. He can only survive in Vienna by himself. Therefore, how to make good relations with others and give people the best first impression has already gone deep. Awkward bones.
However... compared with the arrogant old fritters in Vienna, the Chinese predecessors are really amiable.
I thought of it in my heart.
"Zheng Ge, you don't have to worry about it, I will handle it myself." He smiled and said, "Right, aren't you going to submit a manuscript today? How is the manuscript?"
Zheng Weiqiao looked eccentrically for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "You are still young, the teacher has handed you over to us. You don't have to worry about other things. You just have to practice the piano and work hard. It is what the teacher wants to see."
Hearing words, you are crying and laughing.
Zheng Weiqiao really put the aunt's kindness in his heart, quite a day to be the father of the teacher for life... coughing mother. There are really few people like Zheng Weiqiao who know how to report. Compared with Luo Yusen, it is really a difference between heaven and earth.
He and Zheng Weiqiao talked a few more words, and did not talk much more. Du Sheng, the violin chief of the B City Symphony Orchestra, entered the practice room.
Du Sheng is the leading violinist in China, and even in the world, he has a lot of fame. He once heard his performance in the golden
hall, Du Sheng is famous for his skill and rich experience. Mendelssohn's "E minor concerto" is also praised.
The commander is absent, and the chief is the leader of the entire orchestra. Du Sheng went to the podium and helped the first violin group to sound, then looked at the second violin. Now in the deputy chief position of the second violin group, sitting in a handsome young man, Du Sheng's eyes stayed on the sly body for a moment, and then began the sound process.
After the end of the orchestra of the orchestra, Du Sheng did not pick up the ensemble of the violin for the first time. Instead, he smiled and looked at him. "Today, we have a new member in the orchestra." He will be the deputy chief of the second violin group and take over the position of Lao Zhang. You don’t want to bully him when you are young. I have to tell you that Lao Tan can value him, you bully him. Lao Tan is looking for you, don't count me!"
When everyone heard Du Sheng’s jokes, they laughed.
Or the deputy chief of the first violin group first smiled and said: "Mr. Du, you don't want to say this, where do we dare to bully Xiaoyan? Xiaoxuan is so wise and sensible, we hurt him too late. I saw him when I saw him. I saw my son who just graduated from college, but I have a sense of intimacy." The deputy chief is a middle-aged woman who is over forty years old.
Listening to this, Zheng Weiqiao’s eyelids jumped: I know how to be sensible... Do we know the same one?
A member of the large group also smiled and said: "Yes, Xiao Yan grows so handsome, where do we want to bully him? Xiao Xiao, my daughter is next to this year, when are you coming to my house?"

"You are a shameless old man, my daughter is twenty this year, and Xiaoxiao is the age match, you go!"
......
The sound of laughter kept ringing in the practice room. When Tan Zhenghui entered the practice room, he listened to the words "Xiaoxiao" and "Xiaoxiao" in his ear. The old man frowned and snorted, and the entire practice room was quiet.
Du Sheng came down from the podium and gave Tan the position. When the old man just came to power, he frowned and said, "What is the little seven and seven? Where is the small seven? Dong Yong is here?"
After a silent silence, I suddenly burst into laughter.
He shook his head in tears and laughs, but he didn’t know...
Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi, from now on, the name should follow you, and you will accept it.