Chapter 689: et at 273, out of the mountain _4
Of course, she had no idea—
that the na “Bai Jian” had caused such an earthquake in the music world over the past year.
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The winters in Jiangjing were quick to get cold.
It was simple for Ji Heng to make sumr dresses for Bai Lian, but winter clothes were not done as quickly as before. One piece of clothing could take half a month or even longer to finish.
Bai Lian’s wardrobe had so additional clothes sent over by Ming Dongheng.
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After Gao Yan learned of this from Ming Dongheng, she asked Bai Lian to et at Qingxin Building on a Sunday afternoon so that the tailor could asure her size.
Upon hearing this, Gao Shu also brought out several pieces of rare fabric.
Looking at the fabrics she brought, which were fine and shimred on the surface.
These were jobs that only Gao Yan and Gao Shu could undertake, apart from those Jiang Fulai hurriedly worked on.
Bai Lian stood on the carpet, her arms casually extended, her brows and eyes lazily drooping, letting others take her asurents.
The female tailor noted down the figures on paper.
Gao Shu and Gao Yan stood to one side, looking on at this scene from an angle, which was quite harmonious.
After the asurents, the female tailor took the data and left. Gao Yan gestured for Bai Lian to co and try the new pastries at Qingxin Building to see if they suited her taste.
It was at this mont.
Secretary Xue ca in from outside, appearing sowhat flustered; she was slightly impolite, knocking and barging in, “Madam Xu, Miss Bai.”
She stood in the hall, greeted Gao Yan and Bai Lian, then looked towards Gao Shu, “Mr. Shuo has categorically declined your invitation. Today, he accepted Vice President Jiu’s invitation and is watching a rehearsal at the theater.”
These were all insiders here.
Gao Yan and Gao Shu had decades of friendship, and as for Bai Lian, she was soone that Jiang Fulai and a few others had high hopes for.
Secretary Xue had no intention of avoiding the topic.
So as not to make Bai Lian feel uncomfortable, she did not treat Bai Lian as an outsider.
“He made it clear he’s siding with Jiu Yinghui?” Gao Shu put down her teacup and stood up. She was the first to find Shuo Qingyu, thinking she had a fair chance of success.
Unexpectedly, Shuo Qingyu had been dragging out for half a month and at this ti shifted towards Jiu Yinghui, catching her off guard.
Gao Yan, who usually enjoyed watching Gao Shu’s dramas, had so understanding of the situation. She straightened up, “Is it troubleso?”
“A bit,” Gao Shu stood up, smiled at Bai Lian and Gao Yan, “I won’t be able to join you two for dinner tonight, I’m heading to the theater.”
“No worries.” Bai Lian stood up, dressed in a simple white top, her eyes dark, reflecting the warm hues of the entire room, her voice steady and unhurried.
Hearing her voice, Gao Shu cald down, “Co over to my place for dinner in a couple of days.”
She grabbed her bag and hurried off.
After Gao Shu left, Gao Yan finally had the chance to explain the theater situation to Bai Lian, “It hasn’t been easy for her these years. It’s alright with the old dean around, but if he retires and hands over the position to Jiu Yinghui, Shushu will struggle even more at the theater.”
Butler Xu stood behind Gao Yan, frowning as well, “This Jiu Yinghui always plays dirty politics. When Miss Gao was up for the position of vice dean, he tried to sabotage her too.”
Bai Lian lowered her head to blow away the foam from her tea, listening quietly to Gao Yan’s words.
It wasn’t until Gao Yan ntioned “Blossoms on the Tree” that Bai Lian looked up, “Blossoms on the Tree?”
“Yes,” Gao Yan pinched off a piece of Plum Blossom Cake and bit into it, “The theater has launched a new major play, the last piece of work from the old dean before retirent, five years in the making, with many actors auditioned. When it’s formally perford, I’ll take you to see it.”
“Couldn’t find anyone else?” Bai Lian closed the white porcelain lid of the teacup.
“Such a masterpiece, most people don’t dare to take on. Shushu initially approached Dean Jian. In Jiangjing, it’s pretty much just the two of them, but Dean Jian didn’t agree.” Saying this, Gao Yan tapped her fingertips on the table, looking at Bai Lian, an idea crossing her mind, “Lian Lian, you’re close to Dean Jian, how about you persuade him?”
Gao Yan was aware that Bai Lian and Dean Jian were very close, almost paternal friends.
She had seen Leng Shuhe with Dean Jian; there wasn’t the sa ease and harmony as when Bai Lian was with him, and… Gao Yan always felt there was so indescribable respect from Dean Jian when he spoke of Bai Lian.
Especially when ntioning Bai Lian’s teacher.
Gao Yan looked anxiously at Bai Lian.
Bai Lian didn’t speak, only picked up the White Jade Bone Fan she had set aside earlier. The fan felt cool in sumr and surprisingly warm in winter. Holding it with her right hand, she casually opened and closed it, her eyelashes drooping as if mulling over sothing.
The private room fell into silence. Gao Yan, watching Bai Lian deftly play with the fan, knew the gift was well chosen.
“Never mind,” she chuckled, shaking her head, “If Dean Jian is saying he’s lost his creative inspiration, even your persuasion might not work. It’s just that this ti for Shushu…”
“No, I’m just thinking,” Bai Lian snapped the fan shut, the end pressing against her palm, her deanor relaxed, “When does she approximately need it?”
Gao Yan didn’t expect Bai Lian to suddenly ask this.
Gao Yan was taken aback and not too clear on the titable, “In a month or two, I guess. It won’t be too rushed.”
“Gambling with Liquor” would be out in a few days, a month or two…
“That should be fine,” Bai Lian narrowed her eyes slightly, “If Dean Jian can’t do it, I’ll do it.”
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