Yan Lu’s songs were more famous than she was now. Few people in the entertainment industry were seriously making music these days, except for some veteran artists. Although Yan Lu became famous because of three songs, the songs themselves were far more popular than she was.
Many people knew these songs but didn’t recognize Yan Lu.
The quality of the three songs was too high, especially in the uneven music industry. Both the composition and arrangement could be considered masterpiece level.
Everyone knew the arranger was Jian Zhongyou, but he wasn’t just known for arrangements – he was more famous for composing, being one of today’s top ten composers. His works like “Autumn Peace Music,” “Hometown Sound,” and “Cangshan Snow” were widely circulated pieces.
Internet users didn’t understand these traditional musicians. Only after the recent hot discussion about Jian Zhongyou did they learn about his influence. Given his status as a masterclass composer, the fact that he arranged for another composer made everyone wonder who this masterclass composer “Jian” really was.
But apart from one Weibo account, there was no information leaked. The entertainment circle usually had no secrets, but even industry insiders didn’t know Jian’s identity.
Just like Jian Zhongyou before.
Seeing Mei Yi’s WeChat page for a second – the serious city tower avatar, the straightforward username – his manager’s first thought was of Yan Lu’s composer.
“I don’t know,” Mei Yi lowered his gaze, clicking to accept the friend request after brief consideration. “But it should be Miss Bai.”
He had a gentle nature and strong features, his eyes bright as gems under the light.
Mei Yi’s manager was also stunned, then realized, “Right, you said you wanted to add Miss Bai’s WeChat during the recording. Even Shiguang Entertainment’s CEO doesn’t know who wrote the lyrics and music, how could they add you?”
He looked down as Mei Yi sent a message asking if she was Bai Lian.
The other party replied with a “1”, and Mei Yi added a note.
Then he politely typed a line –
[The show will air at the end of March]
“Come to think of it,” the manager rubbed his hands, staring at Mei Yi’s phone screen, suddenly saying: “Miss Bai also has the surname Bai, seems to share the same surname as that composer, even the internet name is the same.”
**
Across the street.
Jiang Fuli’s was a four-seater car. The small road by the school had many vendors at night, with some foot traffic at this hour. Jiang Fuli parked the car next to the intersection that was under repair.
He wore a white shirt with a thin sweater over it, bangs falling on his forehead, his expression particularly cold as he stood under the streetlight talking on the phone.
“Mr. Mao Kun invested 5 million in currency, Miss Bai your technical evaluation is worth 3 million, Party C is the Chen family, Mr. Xiao Qi is the executive, the supervisory board…” Chi Yundai was explaining the details to Bai Lian. “I’ve confirmed the management structure with them.”
Just then, seeing Jiang Fuli ahead, Chi Yundai fell silent.
Bai Lian also lifted her head slightly. Jiang Fuli said something to the person on the phone and hung up.
“Young Master Jiang, I came back to find Miss Bai and the Third Young Master.” Chi Yundai walked over.
Xu Nanjing was secondary.
Jiang Fuli glanced at him, made no comment about his sudden appearance in Xiangcheng, just gave an “mm” without saying more.
Usually if nothing as outrageous as last time happened and Jiang Xiyu was willing to let people go, Jiang Fuli wouldn’t interfere much.
He always cherished every minute and second. After Jiang Xiyu could handle things independently, few things could make him put aside his experiments and research.
Chi Yundai breathed a sigh of relief. He stood watching as Bai Lian got into the passenger seat, her phone automatically connecting to Bluetooth as Jiang Fuli slowly drove away.
Only after the car merged into traffic did Chi Yundai raise an eyebrow, walking towards the milk tea shop.
Miss Bai was really suitable for blocking killing intent.
The Miss Bai who was suitable for blocking killing intent was now playing the original audio in the car. She was used to listening to the original text, and told Jiang Fuli about her discussion with Ning Xiao today, “She’s always very busy.”
She was talking about Yang Lin.
Jiang Fuli turned right, having no impression of others except for “stubborn stone.”
But he could always grasp the key points in Bai Lian’s words, and commented: “You’re always very busy too.”
“I’m talking about Yang Lin,” Bai Lian lazily lowered the window a bit, not accepting his statement. “I just receive academic nurturing every day, I’m not as busy as you. Little Bird Jiang said you spend twenty-five hours in the lab in a twenty-four hour day.”
She completely forgot about her activities from racing cars to recording variety shows with Yan Lu to the Chinese medicine shop, to Chi Yundai finding her today.
Jiang Fuli silently thought that he hadn’t even counted the high school practice problems she did.
Of course, he didn’t dare refute what Bai Lian said.
The car stopped at Qingshui Street. He got out and walked inside with Bai Lian, who put on one earphone and saw a new email in her inbox, which she opened to look at.
“It’s from Academician Ma,” Bai Lian’s eyes lit up when she saw the title. “A new article, with his own report explanation.”
This kind of article needed careful reading and understanding. Bai Lian only looked at the title and abstract before forwarding it to Jiang Fuli to print, sighing, “Academician Ma writes so well.”
Jiang Fuli leaned over to look at the article, read a few lines, then stood straight, completely merciless: “Average, not as good as my writing.”
As he spoke, he casually picked out several documents from his own library and forwarded them to Bai Lian, saying nonchalantly: “Miss Bai, have something nice.”
Bai Lian, who had almost zero understanding of dark matter: “…”
**
In Ji Heng’s courtyard, the embroiderer had already left.
Jiang He sat at the stone table assembling complicated Lego pieces. Seeing Jiang Fuli approach, he tried to cover up the puzzle with a small jacket beside him.
Ji Heng sat on the embroidery stool, holding a needle and contemplating the dark clothes on the embroidery frame.
“Grandfather.” Bai Lian stepped over the threshold to enter, greeting Ji Heng as usual.
Jiang Fuli followed behind her, casually closing the courtyard door, giving Jiang He a glance without speaking.
Seeing Jiang Fuli come over, Ji Heng showed him the pattern on the paper, “Little Jiang, see if it’s like this.”
Bai Lian also went to look. Ji Heng had drawn Dunhuang auspicious cloud patterns, looking very grand.
Jiang Fuli stood beside her, lowering his eyebrows, his voice slightly soft: “That’s right.”
“Then it’s correct.” Ji Heng nodded, casually picking up the pipe beside him. After drawing the pattern he had it figured out. He’d been embroidering the same pattern recently and planned to use Jiang Fuli’s piece for a change of pace.
Jiang Fuli took Jiang He home, and Ji Heng saw them to the door.
Jiang He reluctantly waved to Ji Heng.
Ji Heng lit his pipe, standing at the door watching the two until they reached the corner. The alley had gotten streetlights a few months ago, and he stood at the door seeing them off until they turned the corner.
Only after they disappeared did he turn back to the courtyard.
Bai Lian never liked seeing people off. The first time she saw someone off was when Ji Shaojun suddenly went to Jiangjing, but even then she left before Ji Shaojun did.
Ji Heng didn’t require this of her. When he closed the door and turned around, Bai Lian was removing Jiang He’s clothes to look at his work – it was Lego made to scale from pictures he drew himself.
“These are custom Lego pieces Jiang He designed himself,” Ji Heng blew out a smoke ring, saying casually. “He needs to assemble them in advance. I heard it’s a birthday gift for his brother.”
This was what Jiang He had secretly told Ji Heng.
**
Qingshui Street.
Jiang Fuli walked slowly in front, with Jiang He trying to take big steps behind him.
His phone vibrated – it was Bai Lian’s reply to his papers –
[[Applause]]
When opened, the two little hands enlarged. Jiang Fuli raised an eyebrow.
The big and small one arrived at the car. He pressed the key to unlock it, and to Jiang He’s disbelief, helped him open the back door.
Jiang He hesitantly climbed into the car. He rarely enjoyed this level of treatment. After sitting down, he looked at Jiang Fuli in the driver’s seat and swung his legs: “I’m a bit hot.”
Jiang Fuli glanced in the rearview mirror, started the car, and lowered the back window slightly.
The wind blew in.
Jiang He felt a bit elated, “And a bit thirsty.”
Jiang Fuli drove onto the main road, casually opened the glove compartment, took out a bottle of mineral water and threw it to Jiang He.
Few people dared to sit in his passenger seat. After Bai Lian started sitting there, it always had plenty of food and drinks.
Jiang He caught the water bottle, growing bolder, “The wind is a bit too…”
Jiang Fuli finally looked back impatiently, saying coldly: “Sit properly.”
Jiang He: “…”
He immediately put on his own valve.
The car slowly drove to their residence. Jiang Fuli parked the car, walked through the gate, and the garden lights blazed.
Xu Nanjing sat lazily on the beauty chair, casually tossing fish food. The koi in the pond had been fed by him all day and lazily flicked their tails, refusing to eat more.
Seeing Jiang Fuli return, he sat up straight, throwing the fish food aside, “Brother Jiang.”
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