Chapter 703: 278 is also (the second watch)_2 commonly used by her, Bai Xiangjun.
This showcased their calligraphy heritage to the outside world, representing not just the Calligraphy Association.
They had to be cautious, then even more cautious.
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The Mu Family.
When Ren Wanxuan and Dong Chuan returned, the four red lanterns outside the gatehouse had already been lighted up.
In the dim light, they could see Ji Shaojun talking to soone.
The butler stood behind Ji Shaojun.
As they approached, both Ren Wanxuan and Dong Chuan greeted Ji Shaojun very politely and respectfully. Ji Shaojun, who was always indifferent to them, just nodded slightly and then continued to talk to the boy.
His expression was clearly much warr when he spoke with the boy.
Dong Chuan subconsciously looked at the person opposite, who appeared young, dressed only in a black fleece hoodie, exuding a gentle and easygoing temperant, like an artist who could sketch anywhere with a drawing board in hand.
The temperant was very distinct.
Unexpectedly, it matched well with Ji Shaojun, and considering that Ren Wanxuan and Ji Shaojun’s relationship had always been average, Dong Chuan felt that this young man seed more like Ji Shaojun’s nephew.
“Who is that?” he asked Ren Wanxuan.
Ren Wanxuan glanced indifferently at Xiaoqi; Ji Shaojun’s kindness towards Xiaoqi made her uneasy. He treated an outsider better than his own niece. “A thug from Purest Street.”
Soone who used to hang out with Bai Lian.
She naturally didn’t have a good impression of Xiaoqi, and now it was even heavier.
“Is that so?” Dong Chuan withdrew his gaze thoughtfully. The temperant didn’t seem like that of a thug.
Outside the gatehouse.
Under the gentle light, Xiaoqi smiled very politely, “Uncle Ji, please feel free to use it. If it breaks, there’s more where it ca from. It’s also fine for holding flowers. It was originally intended for my sister to hold flowers, but Mr. Ming had already brought her a vase, so our boss didn’t send it over.”
The vase was so precious that the butler ntioned it to Ji Shaojun, who then called Ning Xiao.
Xiaoqi personally ca to explain.
Upon hearing it was initially intended for Bai Lian, Ji Shaojun was sowhat doubtful. “Alright, Xiaoqi, would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Thank you, but I need to get back to oversee the place,” replied Xiaoqi graciously as he bade farewell to Ji Shaojun.
He got in his car and left.
As Ji Shaojun watched Xiaoqi leave, the butler behind him spoke softly, “You seem to like Miss Bai’s friend a lot.”
“I always feel a sense of familiarity with him,” Ji Shaojun replied.
**
In the car, Xiaoqi sent a ssage to Bai Lian, clarifying the situation for her.
Shanhai Apartnt.
Bai Lian had just gotten ho. While replying to Xiaoqi, she opened the sandalwood box on her desk.
Inside was a small black seal, feeling warm, smooth, and delicate to the touch.
Black as lacquer, oily as fat.
An exquisite ink jade dragon turtle seal.
She picked up the seal, examined it against the light of the study, then left for 103.
In 103, Jiang Fulai had already taken off his coat and stood before a table in the living room, backlit, his features deep, his hands clasped in front of his chest, observing a design for new clothing that Ji Heng was drawing for Lance.
Next to him, Jiang He sat at a small table drawing. He had attended a drawing class all day and was now working on his howork assignnt from the teacher.
Ji Heng was engrossed in drawing, and Jiang Fulai was the first to notice Bai Lian’s arrival.
He made room for Bai Lian so she could watch Ji Heng’s design drawings.
Lance was leaning across from Ji Heng, gesturing at the design, “Here, and here should have flowers.”
Ji Heng ignored his odd and peculiar demands.
Not until Ji Heng had finished drawing did Bai Lian show him the black seal she held, “Grandpa, he didn’t send the wrong thing, did he?”
It was only then that Jiang Fulai’s gaze fell upon the object in Bai Lian’s hand. Her fingers were slender, and under the light, they were as white as jade, making the black seal appear even darker, a square seal asuring four centiters on each side.
He looked at the seal, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.
“This,” said Ji Heng, glancing at the seal in Bai Lian’s hand with indifference, “you play with it if you like; it’s not of much use now anyway. You might be able to sell it later.”
So casual.
Bai Lian tossed the ink-black jade in her palm and replied, “Alright.”
**
Ti flies quickly in the winter days.
By the end of November, the cape Ji Heng was making for Lance was near completion.
Bai Lian also finished the the song for “Blossoms on the Tree,” and with the heating on at this ti, the warmth was ample in Room 302. She sat on the warm carpet in the piano room wearing only a light garnt, shoes off, and with one hand transford the reduced character score into a staff notation.
After verifying it was correct, she sent it to Dean Jian.
As usual, she composed the music, and Dean Jian arranged it. She had ti to learn staff notation, but had little knowledge of modern instrunts, so such tasks were best left to the professionals.
The Cultural Bureau.
Jian Zhongyou was organizing an exchange eting for Calligraphy and Painting as Vast as Oceans; recently, this was the one international event in Jiangjing.
“So we are arranging for Miss Ren with the Calligraphy Association…” Vice-director Liang was reporting to him on the side.
It was at this mont that Jian Zhongyou received Bai Lian’s ssage.
It was a translated score with the sa na as the drama written on it—
“Blossoms on the Tree.”
It was Bai Lian’s composition. From October to November, a composition that took a little over a month, this was the most serious piece Bai Lian had ever worked on since Jian Zhongyou had known her.
Jian Zhongyou was stunned for a mont, then stood up abruptly and said to the vice-director, “I don’t understand the affairs of the Calligraphy Association, just coordinate well with them.”
Having said that, he left in a hurry.
After he departed, a few people in the bureau looked at each other, “What did Dean Jian see to make him so excited?”
After working together for so many years, they had never seen Dean Jian this agitated.
Being proficient at the guzheng, the overall tone of the song leaned towards the guzheng. Dean Jian went straight back to Jiangyin Recording Studio and played “Blossoms on the Tree” according to the staff notation with the guzheng.
A style of music that was calm on the surface, yet turbulent and harboring hidden dangers underneath.
Dean Jian, who had never understood the tactic “Blossoms on the Tree,” now had an image of a magnificent scene in his head. After he finished playing, he was emotionally stirred for a long ti.
Even the recording staff approached to inquire, “Dean Jian, what is the na of this piece?”
Dean Jian took a deep breath, didn’t answer her, and instead made a phone call directly to Bai Lian.
He cut straight to the point, “Transfer your studies to Jiangyin.”
“Ah?” Bai Lian, who had returned to the study room of 303, was taken aback, then realized that Dean Jian must have replicated her entire piece of music. Her tone was casual, “I just happen to be good at this style.”
“It’s not about being good,” Dean Jian’s voice was trembling with excitent, “do you realize what this piece of music ans to ?”
Dean Jian, the benchmark of the classical music world.
“Didn’t you say just to take it seriously for a bit?” Bai Lian turned on the printer to print out a paper, her brows and eyes cast down, “I took it seriously, now it’s your turn.”
Blossoms on the Tree, exploiting a situation to lay out a strategy, to wield small force that exerts a great influence.
This bluffing tactic to intimidate the enemy—
was also sothing Bai Xiangjun was accustod to using.
**
(This song is beautifully written, absolutely beautiful. Cast a monthly vote for it.)
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