Vol 10 Chapter 1757: I want to draw

From early morning to sunset, from sunset to early morning, the time of the day passes quickly.
The Royal Academy of Music in Vienna has ushered in the most important moment of this year.
The Nobel Prize will be held at the Royal Academy of Music in Vienna.
When the first ray of sunlight fell on Qin Luo's face through the curtains in the morning, Qin Luo suddenly opened his eyes.
I checked that the time had come to 8 o'clock in the morning, less than an hour before the Nobel Prize award ceremony was officially held.
Qin Luo immediately got up and hurried to the Vienna Conservatory after washing.
As a world famous music center, the city of Vienna seems to be a huge music venue.
On the roadside, on the corner, and almost everywhere, you can see artists who are performing arts.
Suddenly, there was a good sound of music, which attracted the attention of passers-by.
Qin Luo turned his head to see, a gray-haired old man was pulling a violin.
The body of the instrument is very old, and the white edges show the traces of time.
However, the piano sound is very pure.
The beating notes popped out of the old man's fingertips, which made people feel like a fairy.
Qin Luo is no stranger to the music played by the old man. This is a violin song composed by the musical genius "Mozart": "Ferndrich's Birthday"
After the song was finished, it was already more than ten minutes later.
"Fuck!"
In an instant, thunderous applause resounded all around.
"Thank you..." The old man smiled slightly and nodded to everyone.
"Crunch!"
However, at this moment, a black Mercedes Benz stopped in front of the old man.
The car door opened and a middle-aged woman with glasses walked down.
He went straight to the old man and said with a serious look: "Dean, the award ceremony will begin soon."
Dean?
Wtf?
The white-haired old man in front of him turned out to be the dean.
Forgive Qin Luo's clumsy eyes, he really didn't see it. He thought that the old man in front of him was just an old street artist, but now it seems that the other party is not just an old artist, on the contrary, his identity is extremely prominent. Long.
Hearing the words of the middle-aged woman, the old man nodded and started to pack up his playing tools.
Just when the old man was about to get in the car, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Qin Luo: "Professor Qin, do you want to be together?"
Professor Qin? That Professor Qin?
The middle-aged woman with glasses paused, turned her head, her face was shocked.
"Professor Qin, why are you here?" The middle-aged woman exclaimed.
She originally came to pick up Motel, but she didn't expect to meet Qin Luo here.
Qin Luo smiled slightly, he knew he was recognized.
"I was attracted by the old gentleman's piano, so I stopped and listened. Didn't disturb the old gentleman?" Qin Luo said with a smile.
"It is a great honor to be able to attract the Nobel Prize in Physics candidate Professor Qin to stop and listen..." The old man smiled and said: "Introduce myself, Motel Augusto, President of the Royal Academy of Music in Vienna."
"Hello, Dean Motai, this is Qin Luo." Qin Luo smiled and stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Motai Augusto.
"By the way, are Professor Qin's report materials ready?" the old man asked.
"The dean can rest assured, the materials are in my mind..." Qin Luo said.
To be honest, Fu Zhendong had prepared the manuscript for him in advance.
But Qin Luo didn't plan to report according to the content of the manuscript. This time he was going to give a speech off the paper as usual!