Chapter 191：

The gray clouds slowly drifted from the sky in the south, and soon over the top of Vienna, brewing a warm spring rain. After a while, the lingering drizzle fell from the distant sky, and the pedestrians on the street walked a few steps and looked for places to hide from the rain.

The vast Vienna is bathed in such a vibrant spring rain, and the Taad prison in the northernmost part of the city is no exception. It was just the time when the wind was released in the morning, and the prisoners went back to the house.

A dark-haired man with a dark face walked the slowest. He looked back at the free air behind him. He didn’t look at it any more. He was pushed by a tall man standing behind him. : "Look what to see, take yours!"

Luo Yusen bit his teeth tightly and continued to move forward.

The prisons held by Luo Yusen and Zayev are not the same. The former was directly sent to the Taad prison to serve his sentence for committing the crime of intentional homicide.

Like other European countries, Austria is a country that is more tolerant of criminals. There is never a death sentence here, and even the rules in prison are too many, at least not letting you be bullied, or even living more moist.

- Luo Yusen before coming to Taad also thought this way.

Until... he really entered the prison.

The rules were made by people. The prison is a quadruple room. There are obviously many empty cells, but the prison guards have arranged him in a room full of people. That afternoon, Luo Yusen was just pushed forward and almost smoked from the smell in the room.

It is reasonable to say that in such a prison, there should be no saying that the sanitary conditions are low, but this is also resistant to the squatting big man who exudes a "fabulous" fox smell. Going to the prison guard to respond and request to transfer the room? Luo Yusen had tried it, but he had not had time to get out of the cell, then the big man sneered and walked over: "I am stinky?"

Luo Yusen denied it.

The result is still a violent rush to avoid surveillance cameras.

Although the rules are made by people, the rules are monitored by people.

Luo Yusen always thought that just because he was not discovered by the prison guards, those talents dared to bully him so boldly. Until one day in the cafeteria, a small, savvy old man walked up to him with a smile and asked: "I heard...you are a musician?"

At this time, Luo Yusen had already been tortured and feared by the people in this prison. All of them were murderers, and the cleanest ones in his hand probably belonged to him. So he nodded again and again, honestly accounted for his identity.

The little old man’s eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and he smiled slyly twice: “Don’t look at me like this. When I didn’t enter Taad more than 20 years ago, I often went to listen to Wei’s love. I have heard a lot of concerts."

The gentle tone of the other party made Luo Yusen somewhat relaxed: "Do you like music too?"

The little old man is happy and nodded: "Yeah, I especially like music. You ask us in this prison. Who doesn't like music?"

There was a burst of laughter in the dining hall, and Luo Yusen’s scalp was numb, feeling a little uncomfortable in the stomach. He stopped talking and continued to bow down to eat. He saw the little old man picking up his fork, as if to say to himself: "I told you, how did the violin come up? That's it..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Before the opponent's fork fell, Luo Yusen stunned his eyes wide and quickly pulled his hand out. But his movements have the little old man quickly, even if he escapes fast, Luo Yusen's back is also scraped off a layer of flesh, bloody!

This kind of plastic fork is in the hands of this old man, it is more terrible than the dagger! ! !

In the canteen, a burst of disgusting sounds, the prison guards shouted a "noisy", and the sights swept away in the direction of Luo Yusen, as if they did not see the flesh-and-blood hand.

The little old man regretfully licked the blood on the plastic fork and sighed, "Hey, why didn't you take your right hand down? Just like this person... I also mean that I am a musician?"

All the criminals in the world are most disdainful of two kinds of similarities. The first is strong | the traitor, the second is the abduct | sell off.

But in the Taad prison in Vienna, there is one of the most disgusting criminals of all prisoners - that is, Luo Yusen, who looks gloomy and indifferent, but dares to marry great music!

This is the most wicked prison in Vienna, and all of them are criminals who have been in prison for more than 20 years and are extremely wicked. Here is the nightmare of Luo Yusen's life. The prison life of half a year has allowed this man to hold his injured right hand and survive in the disgusting eyes of the prison guards.

If you have done something disgusting, you have to be prepared to accept punishment!

You won't find any place that is more inferior than Taad, because...the people here are all Viennese who love music!

No matter what they are locked into the prison, but the heart of the Viennese who love music will never change!

The unfair Dafa faculty is an exception and is furious in the court. In Tayade Prison, all the prison guards and prisoners can also hate this sinister villain!

What's more... there is also a man behind the push.

Luo Yusen gritted his teeth and trembled back to his cell. Waiting for him... there are more than seventy years of prison life.

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When I came out of the subway station, it was already raining in the sky. He ran trot and left the subway. Fortunately, the Friends of Music Association building was very close to the subway. He quickly went down to Weiai's downstairs, but his hair was slightly wet.

Since the end of the tour, all members of the company have been given a week-long holiday, but they have just become the chief, but there is no way to leisurely.

He came to the Vais headquarters this morning to discuss with Mr. Dorensa some of the next performances. After all, in addition to the global tour at the end of the year, Wei Ai will often accept invitations and perform some extra performances.

When Mr. Dorensa saw him, he immediately said with amazement: "God, Xiaoqi, how did you get wet like this? The rain outside has already begun. You will hurry when you leave. Let me take the umbrella here!" As he said, Mr. Dorensa handed the dry towel he had placed in the lounge.

"Thank you, Mr. Dorensa."

After wiping off the damp hair, the two quickly began discussions about the Victorian plan for the next few months. In general, the general direction of development has been set by the orchestra members. What they need to discuss is the details of some performances, such as which members need to be on stage for a performance, and how the performance sequence of a performance is appropriate.

Probably discussed in the afternoon, Mr. Dorenza said with a smile: "You enter the role very quickly, Xiaoqi, I believe that in the current state of yours, we will also get a general progress."

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"But I think you are well prepared."

He smiled and didn't humble again.

Mr. Dorensa looked up at the wall clock on the wall and said, "Oh, Xiaoqi, it’s time for a beautiful afternoon tea. Would you like to have a good afternoon tea with me?"

I readily agreed that the two went to the coffee shop of the Friends of Music Association building.搅 Stir the brown coffee with a small spoon, and the light coffee scent spreads from the cup, rendering a warm and laid-back atmosphere.

"Yes, Xiaoqi, have you sent the concert album from the previous night to Reid?"

"Well, I sent it out yesterday morning." Suddenly, he asked strangely: "I sent out the record that Mr. Anthony deliberately asked for the staff. How did you know about this, Duolun? Mr. Sa?"

The old man with temperate temperature and helplessly spread his hand, smiled and said: "This morning, Reid sneaked a call to me. At the beginning, I criticized my command for many years and did not improve. Although the overall performance is not bad, but lack of bold innovation, so The whole concert did not achieve the unprecedented effect."

戚暮: "..."

It’s still unprecedented... even the concert teacher the night before can pick the thorns? How harsh is this!

Mr. Dorenza made a turn: "I am wondering, although Reid has always been poisonous, but when is the request so high? Who knows that he will say next: 'Your concert performance is normal, but Encore The performance was good, oh right, who played the violin? The sound is good.'"

I couldn't help but laugh.

I saw Mr. Dorenza’s crying and laughing: "The whole world knows that the song of the night before is played by you. Reid’s guy still wants to play with me. I have to say a lot, I want to praise myself. The student. Hey... Xiaoqi, your teacher is really younger and younger."

It is young, but it is childish!

I said helplessly: "Sorry, Mr. Dorensa, the teacher is like this... young, you bear with me."

"Haha, of course I know that Reid is such a temper, or else he will be called ‘music geek’ by everyone?”

The two laughed for a while, and Mr. Dorensa said with emotion: "In fact, I was determined to make you the chief, mainly because of Reid and Auston's recommendation. You are a Reid student, I can understand him. I want to recommend your mood. And Auston’s vision has always been very good. His recommendation makes me believe that you are very strong, because he has no special relationship with you and will not be selfish."

I don’t know what to say: It turns out that the guy really won’t be smug...

"Before Auston also recommended a person to me... Oh, that is the child I told you last year."

He asked a little bit, "Is it you said... the violinist who has passed away?"

"Yes." Sighing softly, Mr. Duolensa’s handsome face showed a sad look. "Fortunately, I have already avenged him. Otherwise, I really can’t help him, I want to give that talent. The young man had a chance, but he did not expect... to let him lose his precious life."

The light-colored scorpion smashed into the ground, staring blankly at Mr. Dorensa, who was sad and sad. His fingers were slightly pinched, and after a while, the voice trembled and asked: "You said...who had you recommended it to you?"

Mr. Dorensa sighed and said: "That was the same year ago. I was looking for a good violinist and orchestra to play a different "Blue Danube". Just as Auston was in Vienna, After knowing my thoughts, he recommended me a good violinist."

After a pause, Mr. Dorensa looked at him: "You may