Chapter 1757 I want to leave the manuscript
From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, the day passes quickly.
The Royal Academy of Music in Vienna ushered in the most important moment of the year.
The Nobel Prize will be officially 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.
Looking at the time, it has come to 8 o'clock in the morning, and it is less than an hour before the Nobel Prize awarding ceremony is officially held.
Qin Luo immediately turned over and got up, and hurried to the Vienna Conservatory of Music after washing.
As a world-renowned music center, the city of Vienna seems to be a huge music venue.
On roadsides, street corners, and almost everywhere, there are entertainers performing arts.
Suddenly, there was a burst of pleasant music, which attracted the attention of passers-by.
Qin Luo turned his head to look, and saw a white-haired old man playing a violin.
The body of the piano is very old, and the white edges show the traces of time.
However, the sound of the piano is very pure.
The beating notes popped out from the old man's fingertips, making people feel ecstatic.
Qin Luo is no stranger to the piece played by the old man. This is a violin piece composed by the musical genius "Mozart": "Ferndlich's Birthday"
After the song was over, it was already more than ten minutes later.
"Clap clap clap!"
Suddenly, thunderous applause resounded all around.
"Thank you everyone..." The old man smiled slightly and nodded towards everyone.
"Crench!"
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 stepped out.
He went straight to the old man and said with a serious face, "Dean, the award ceremony is about to begin."
Dean?
Wtf?
The white-haired old man in front of him turned out to be the dean.
Forgive Qin Luo's blind eyes, he really didn't see it, he thought the old man in front of him was just an old street performer, but now it seems that the other party is not only not an old artist, but also has an extremely prominent status. long.
Hearing what the middle-aged woman said, the old man nodded and began to pack up his playing tools.
Just when the old man was about to get into the car, he seemed to think of something, and turned to look at Qin Luo: "Professor Qin, do you want to go together?"
Professor Qin?Which Professor Qin?
The middle-aged woman with glasses paused, turned her head, her face full of astonishment.
"Professor Qin, why are you here?" The middle-aged woman exclaimed.
She originally came to pick up Motel, but unexpectedly ran into Qin Luo here.
Qin Luo smiled slightly, he knew he had been recognized.
"I was attracted by the sound of the old man's piano, so I stopped to listen, didn't I disturb the old man?" Qin Luo said with a smile.
"It is a great honor for me to be able to attract the Nobel Prize in Physics candidate Professor Qin to stop and listen..." The old man smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself, Motel Augusto, president of the Royal Academy of Music in Vienna."
"Hi Dean Motel, I'm Qin Luo." Qin Luo smiled and extended his right hand to shake hands with Motel Augusto.
"By the way, are Professor Qin's report materials ready?" the old man asked.
"Don't worry, the dean, the materials are all in my head..." Qin Luo said.
To be honest, Fu Zhendong had already prepared the manuscript for him in advance.
But Qin Luo didn't intend to report according to the contents of the manuscript. This time, he wanted to give a speech without script as usual!