CHAPTER 674: CHAPTER 425 WE REALLY MADE IT TO VIENNA_2

As the viewers in the live stream exclaimed in surprise, the female host introduced:

"(Look at this black basalt building, it’s the apartment where Alvin composed the ’Symphony No. 18’!"

Clara’s camera suddenly turned to the depths of the narrow alley, where a cast iron music score lightbox was hanging on a mottled wall, flowing with fragments of the ’No. 43 Etude’,

"(That pastry chef with round glasses plays the viola by the window every morning—the very air of Vienna’s bakeries carries a triplet rhythm...)"

.....

"Is it really that mystical?"

Lin Tian stood on the street, turned his head, and looked at the blonde woman doing the live broadcast on the street.

Vienna locals officially speak German, and Lin Tian had only learned Japanese through the system, completely oblivious to German.

Fortunately, English is a world language, and although Lin Tian’s spoken English was just average, he had scored over 140 in the college entrance exams, so basic communication and interaction weren’t much of a problem.

Listening to the blonde woman’s live commentary, Lin Tian looked at the black building she was referring to.

What a revelation.

So this is the legendary apartment of the musician "Alvin".

In the Vienna of the previous world, there were similar buildings with a comparable standard, but the person who lived there was named "Beethoven".

From this, it looks like Alvin’s status in this world is quite extraordinary.

Lin Tian wanted to share this with Gan Yanyu, but when he turned his head, he suddenly realized the young girl was nowhere to be seen.

Lin Tian immediately became anxious, and his gaze began searching the street incessantly.

Finally, on a nearby street, he saw Gan Yanyu skipping along.

The weather today was beautiful, with the sun shining brightly, casting its glow on the European-style architecture and extending the girl’s shadow very long.

Gan Yanyu wore a light yellow floral dress, covered by a layer of sweater jacket. She happily tiptoed along the roadside.

Even Lin Tian couldn’t help but be infected by such a cheerful atmosphere, showing a relieved smile.

The streets of Vienna were so picturesque that every frame could be a perfect wallpaper—any random café or library by the roadside exuded an artistic movie aesthetic, and David-like statues with golden proportions could be seen anywhere, standing in every imaginable place. A brief moment of daydreaming might make you feel as though you’ve stepped into Hogwarts.

Watching Gan Yanyu stroll lightly along the street, it seemed she wanted to experience every inch of the terrain and air of the music city.

She seemed to thoroughly enjoy such a stroll and this kind of scenery.

Little did she realize,

Meanwhile, other tourists of different skin colors walking on the street also cast joyful, delighted looks upon seeing the girl’s lively steps.

In the eyes of the tourists, the fair-skinned, elegantly tempered girl in the beautiful floral dress with a cello on her back had already become a gorgeous sight in this city of music.

Unconsciously, Lin Tian took out his phone.

He stood behind the girl, aligning the frame on Gan Yanyu, the sun, and the splendid St. Stephen’s Cathedral, and pressed the shutter button.

"Click—"

The sound of the shutter went off.

Such an obvious sneak photo immediately drew the attention of the surrounding tourists.

Many people instantly cast disdainful looks at Lin Tian, as taking candid shots is considered highly inappropriate behavior in Europe, let alone Lin Tian’s photo, which desecrated their vision of this beautiful scenery. A strong bald white man even began flexing his muscles, glaring at Lin Tian, intending to give this sneak photographer a warning.

However, at this moment, having also heard the sound of the shutter, Gan Yanyu turned around.

Seeing Lin Tian and the phone, Gan Yanyu’s face flushed slightly, shyly lowered her head, and quickly walked over, grabbing Lin Tian’s hand.

Amidst the astonished expressions of the surrounding tourists, Gan Yanyu said with a hint of coquettishness:

"Why are you taking sneak pictures?"

Gan Yanyu said and snatched Lin Tian’s phone.

Then, she looked up, her gaze immediately locking on the bald white man, and approached him:

"Hello, would you mind taking a picture of us, please?"

The bald man was so startled he didn’t dare to move.

He had never been so close to such a spellbindingly beautiful Eastern woman, and for a moment, looking into her eyes made him so nervous that he started stammering:

"O... Of course!"

"Thank you."

Gan Yanyu smiled like a blossoming flower and quickly returned to Lin Tian’s side.

The bald man took the phone and aimed it at the two of them.

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu stood in front of a café, with the Gothic spire of the church in the distance.

At the moment the shutter button was pressed,

Gan Yanyu hugged Lin Tian’s arm, then the whole person nestled into Lin Tian’s embrace, her heel playfully lifted.

The corner of the white man’s mouth twitched slightly, and amid a gaze filled with extreme envy and resentment, he pressed the shutter.

"Click—"

"Wow, not bad!"

Gan Yanyu retrieved the phone, looked at the picture, and said happily.

Lin Tian leaned over and took a look.

In the photograph, the two of them stand before a European-style building with a distinct Vienna flair, two statues of the Cupid gods, each standing on the sides, sunlight falling on their shoulders.

Lin Tian stands solemnly, while Gan Yanyu, has both hands wrapped around his shoulders, her entire head resting against his chest, revealing a radiant smile...

Looking at the photo, Lin Tian feels somewhat dazed.

"Tian."

Suddenly, Gan Yanyu’s voice rings beside his ear.

Lin Tian lifts his head.

Gan Yanyu stares into his eyes, her eyes curved, long eyelashes blinking, with a hint of wetness still in her eye sockets:

"We’ve really made it to Vienna, haven’t we."

...

...

"Ding-dong—"

At the entrance of an apartment, He Zhichen presses the doorbell.

Ten seconds pass, and there’s no response.

"Ding-dong—"

He Zhichen presses again.

Beside him, Lin Tian voices his doubts:

"Are you sure this is the place? If we’ve got the wrong address, I can’t speak German."

"This is the address given by Gao Zhenyang, how could it be wrong? He is this gentleman’s first disciple after all."

He Zhichen furrows his brow, quickly pressing the doorbell twice more, then takes out his phone, ready to call Gao Zhenyang.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the door suddenly opens.

Under the tense gaze of the three, a silver-haired elderly man steps out.

Seeing the three, the old man’s face instantly lights up with a look of joy:

"Oh! Yanyu!"

"Oh! Lin Tian!"

The silver-haired old man looks toward He Zhichen:

"And you are...?"

"Mr. Wan, hello!"

He Zhichen promptly introduces himself politely,

"My name is He Zhichen, I’m the agent for Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, Professor Gao Zhenyang is my friend..."

"Hey! No need for all that talk, come in, come in!"

Wan Qi looks excitedly at Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, his eyes full of affection.

"....."

"Mr. Wan!" Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu bow simultaneously in greeting.

...

Vienna is where Wan Qi currently resides in retirement.

As the former chairman of the Qingzhou City’s Music Association, and a renowned contemporary conductor and musician in Tian Chao, Wan Qi enjoys his retirement years very comfortably in Vienna.

And Lin Tian and his party’s visit this time is partly because they are not familiar with the area, so having an acquaintance to look after them was helpful. Wan Qi is not only Gao Zhenyang’s teacher but also a friend of Sir Gan, one of the few people who watched Gan Yanyu grow up.

On the other hand, Lin Tian is also here to fulfill a promise made in the past.

...

"Hahaha! When I gifted you that piano back then, I always knew you would amount to something in the future!"

In the under 70 square meter apartment, sitting on the sofa in the living room, Wan Qi reminisces about past events while patting Lin Tian’s shoulder,

"Is that piano still properly cared for?"

"Yes, after heading to Baijing, it’s been kept at home in Qingzhou... Thank you, Mr. Wan!"

"Ah, don’t be so polite!"

Wan Qi says, feeling somewhat nostalgic,

"When I was leaving back then, I said I’d wait for you here in Vienna, never thought that in just one year’s time, you’ve made it here! Truly unexpected..."

"Mr. Wan, have you had a chance to understand the current international cellists, given your long stay here in Vienna?"

At this time, He Zhichen asks from the side.

As the intelligence overlord, He Zhichen, who arrived in Vienna, had lost much of his intelligence network.

Now, Wan Qi being the only contact for them makes gathering intelligence from him especially crucial.

"Indeed, I was just about to discuss this with you!"

Wan Qi says, enthusiastically slapping his thigh,

"This year’s competition is full of hidden talents!"