Chapter 580 - Chapter 580: The Mu Family's hope, The arrogant offspring of Chen Ye_2
Chapter 580: The Mu Family’s hope, The arrogant offspring of Chen Ye_2
“It’s not her, Shuhe’s sense of music isn’t as good as hers,” Dean Jian replied to him.
Such a musical sense is a real pity not to be involved in music.
How big is the likelihood of snatching her from Jiang University?
Dean Jian pondered this at the bottom of his heart.
Meanwhile, the recording engineer was surprised; if it wasn’t Leng Shuhe, then who was this girl?
He watched through the camera as Bai Lian gently placed her hands on the strings and looked up to speak with the man beside her.
The boy was dressed in a crisp white shirt, and seemed to have felt the gaze, as he glanced indifferently towards the camera. The recording engineer immediately lowered his head as his gaze met those pale, faint eyes.
After listening to all the recordings, Dean Jian said, “It’s about there, Teacher Zhao, thank you for your hard work.”
With headphones on, the recording engineer enjoyed a feast for the ears in the top-notch recording studio combined with Bai Lian’s and Dean Jian’s collaboration.
“Miss Bai,” the recording engineer said after listening to the recording. As Bai Lian was taking off her artificial nails, braving Jiang Fulai’s chilly aura, he took out his phone to add Bai Lian on WeChat, “If you want to record anything in the future, just come directly to me.”
Bai Lian took out her phone and allowed him to scan the QR code.
Soon, she received an add request notification—
Zhao Jianxin.
Bai Lian accepted it.
Only after Bai Lian and the other two left did Zhao Jianxin finally breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the tall and cool silhouette beside Bai Lian.
After they left, a staff member approached Zhao Jianxin, “Mr. Zhao, the principal is still waiting for you.”
“Yeah,” Zhao Jianxin packed up his things to leave, “Your school’s equipment is really good. When can you lend it to our music station to use…”
**
Around eight in the evening.
Dean Jian led Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai through Pomegranate Grove to an octagonal two-story loft to the south, surrounded by a circular colonnade.
By this time, the sky had darkened, and the streetlights on either side were on.
The security guard in the booth at the front of the small building stood up quickly when he saw Dean Jian, “Dean Jian.”
“Open the door,” Dean Jian said, looking at the wooden door that were shut, his hands hanging by his sides, “We’re here to pay respects to our ancestors.”
The guard had already taken out an old-fashioned long key to unlock the door.
Dean Jian led the way up the steps inside; as he set foot on the porch, he noticed that the others hadn’t followed and turned around at the door to look at Bai Lian, “Not coming in?”
“Yeah.” Bai Lian snapped back to reality and stepped up the stairs.
Jiang Fulai stayed outside, merely looking up at the loft without entering.
The loft wasn’t large, and entering it one could see a spirit tablet set up for offering incense to the deity statue.
Behind the statue was a staircase.
Bai Lian took the incense that Dean Jian handed her, lit it, and stood in front of the spirit tablet. Her gaze became slightly vacant touching upon the numbers on Qin Jiu’s tablet.
Qin Jiu had passed away in peace, it seems Jiang Ye hadn’t mistreated him.
Compared to Bai Lian, Dean Jian was extremely respectful. From the moment he stepped into the loft, his expression was solemn, and he bowed three times before inserting the incense.
Qin Jiu is the belief of Jiangyin’s zither masters and disciples; whether for exams or work changes, these people would come to pay respects to the ancestor.
With the zither, this huge sect, Qin Jiu occupied half of the territory.
After he finished offering incense, he noticed Bai Lian was still fixedly looking at the tablet without moving.
Her dark eyes were cast upon the tablet, but her gaze seemed a bit distracted.
Several minutes later, Bai Lian came back to her senses and inserted the partially burned incense into place.
**
Shanhai Apartment.
In 303, when Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian returned, Pu Xiaohan and Jiang He were playing Go in the living room.
Jiang He was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a white stone across from Pu Xiaohan.
Seeing Pu Xiaohan place a stone, he unthinkingly placed his white stone on a spot.
“Wait…” Pu Xiaohan picked up the white stone he had just placed and returned it to him, also retrieving her own black stone, “Birdie, give me another chance, I placed it wrong just now.”
She put her black stone where Jiang He had just placed his.
Jiang He: “…”
No one touched the piece of paper Bai Lian left on the table; Pu Xiaohan couldn’t understand any of it. In 303, except for Jiang Fulai, no one dared to tidy up Bai Lian’s stuff, fearing they might carelessly lose her important data.
“Right,” Pu Xiaohan retracted another stone then looked up at Bai Lian, “Previously, Principal Shi came looking for you, and also, an elderly person delivered soup for you.”
She pointed to the thermos on the table.
Bai Lian was aware, but she wondered what Principal Shi wanted with her.
She bowed her head to take out her phone, and sent a message to Principal Shi.
Shun Yu replied quickly: [The Dean of the Chinese Department is looking for you, when can you come to the university? He waited for you all afternoon today and has an academic conference tomorrow. He’ll return the day after tomorrow.]