Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 274

Chapter 274 Chapter 274 Bai picked up the great god, Master Mu came out of the Buddhist hall (two updates merged)

Bai Zian has listened to Jian Zhongyou's collections, such as "White Snow on Cangshan Mountain", "Pingqiu Music" and "Xiangyin".

They are all works from Jian Zhongyou's middle period, with a simple, steady and warm rhythm.

So after knowing that Jian Zhongyou became famous for playing "White Clothes", and that the final piece of music he composed was as simple and simple as Qinjiu, Bai Qian was a little surprised.

 The style of "Blooming on the Trees" tends to be tense and powerful. The rhythm of the script is in the middle and late stages, and there is a sense of tension like an empty city plan.

　　The style is not what Jian Zhongyou is good at, and he really doesn't have the energy to continue creating now. If he hadn't found the right person yet, he would have retired.

Bai Yan said so, but Gao Yan and Xu Xu were stunned by Bai Yan's phrase "Dean Jian could not do".

But then he realized what Bai Zian said.

“Ah, you,” Gao Yan put down the plum blossom cake and sat upright, “can you compose music?”

 She knew that Bai Qian could play the guzheng, but she had never heard her play it.

And judging from the way Dean Jian communicated with her, I knew that Bai Xian Guzheng should not be too bad.

 But...composing and composing music are something that unprofessional people cannot do. If there is some kind of research competition or something like that, Gao Yan can easily think of Bai Xian.

As a composer, Gao Yan has never been associated with Bai Zian.

“I know how to do it now,” Bai Zian said to Gao Yan while holding a folding fan, “I haven't seen a drama, so it might not be suitable for me. I just try it out and choose the best one when the time comes.”

Gao Shu will definitely find someone else, but he may not be as good as the expert Mr. Shi.

Dean Jian trusts Bai Qian very much. Although there are no clear boundaries in music, the style of the theme song of the drama is somewhat straightforward, and Bai Qian has not figured out the style yet.

"Ah, okay," Gao Yan looked at Bai Jian before she could react, "I'll tell Shu Shu."

Ming Dongheng's car was waiting downstairs, and Gao Yan sent Bai Qian downstairs.

After the car left, Gao Yan gathered her coat and looked at Butler Xu thoughtfully, "Butler Xu, do you think it's reliable? It won't disturb her study."

According to Xu Nanjing, Bai Qian is now the most popular student in the School of Physics.

"This," Butler Xu was not sure, "Madam, Miss Bai said she wants to try it, so let her try it."

"Yeah." Gao Yan took out her mobile phone and called Gao Shu.

At the drama theatre, Gao Shu had already met Shi Qingyu and Ji Yinghui, and the two did watch the drama rehearsal together.

Even the actors for "Blossoms on the Tree" took more than a year to select.

Shi Qingyu and Ji Yinghui were standing in front, talking to a man. That was Bei Tong, the male protagonist of the play.

Secretary Xue whispered in Gao Shu's ear, "They are already communicating with Bei Tong about the singing issue."

Shi Qingyu has been preparing for so long, and the composition in his hand must have been mostly completed. Finally, the actor Bei Tong sang it in front of the old dean.

"I know," Gao Shu's face turned gloomy, and she turned to the back, "What did Teacher Xia say?"

 This is her backup plan.

"It's due in December. Teacher Xia said that he didn't dare to accept the old dean's call." Secretary Xue held a notepad in his hand. "He is in Beicheng now. Do you want to find him?"

"Beicheng?" Gao Shu walked upstairs, wondering what he was doing in Beicheng, but still said: "Pick two days to prepare a ticket for me to go to Beicheng."

 When I arrived at the office, I happened to receive a call from Gao Yan.

Bai Zian said that he would try to compose music for her.

“She said just give it a try,” Gao Yan sighed, “I told you, she knows guzheng, maybe she can actually write something.”

Hearing Bai Zian, Gao Shu's mood improved a lot. She sat on her desk, "Really? Then maybe she and Li Jiu have something in common."

Gao Shu said, and added, "She wrote it, no matter what, I will find someone from the theater to sing it."

“I think so too.” Gao Yan smiled, and the two of them thought of going together.

Gao Yan mentioned it casually, and Gao Shu wrote it down, but after all, Dean Jian didn't dare to sing the next song, and Gao Shu didn't think Bai Qian would compose any music.

　　Hang up the phone, she and Secretary Xue discussed the itinerary to Beicheng.

 Shanhai Apartment.

When Bai Qian got out of the car, she saw workers busy in the yard of 103, installing transparent glass on the yard walls and top.

“Miss Bai, it's cold in Jiangjing in winter,” Ming Dongheng opened the car door and got out, standing behind Bai Xian and explained to her, “It can be used as a sunroom with glass.”

Jiangjing is indeed cold in winter, Bai Qian nodded slightly, but it is much better than before. In the past, Jiangjing was really cold in winter, like the Little Cambrian.

On September 103, Ji Heng and Lance were not there, and a few old naughty boys went fishing together in the afternoon.

 In another month, Jiangjing will be able to go ice fishing.

 She returned to 303. Only Zhang Shize and Tang Ming were doing homework. Lu Xiaohan was not there. She went to shoot the fishing scene with Ji Heng and others. Ning Xiao was called by Zhou Wenqing to help.

 Now in the same peak class, the ones who stand out the most are really not people like Gao Yuan.

Bai Qian is the only one, and below her are not Liang Wuyu and Gao Yuan, but Ning Xiao, and below her are Tang Ming and Gao Yuan.

The quality of the students in Tongfeng's class was so high that Zhou Wenqing also had some thoughts. He liked Bai Jian more. However, in the School of Physics, Dean Huang and Academician Ma were both abnormal this time. He also recalled the past two months. I didn't dare to call him Bai Zian.

“Sister Qian,” Tang Ming raised the draft paper in his hand when he saw Bai Qian coming back, “You haven't finished the challenge in the question bank yet?”

Bai Zian walked over and took a look at the math problem.

 She took off her coat, picked up the remote control, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and searched for the drama, "It's the same type of question as the Boyuan class this time. It's on my desk."

Tang Ming pushed open Bai Xian's study and went in.

The bookshelves in her study room are filled with books, most of which are not at the university level. In addition to books, there is also a pile of historical miscellaneous notes.

Tang Ming walked to her desk. There was a pile of stapled A4 papers neatly placed on the desk. The one on the far left was the one that Bai Qian had just translated for them the day before yesterday.

 He flipped down and found something similar to a Chinese script.

Thinking it was Yan Lu's script, Tang Ming turned down another page and saw the paper from Boyuan's class. He took it out and closed the door and went out.

Bai Qian was lazily leaning on the sofa watching a drama. Tang Ming took a look at it, but he couldn't appreciate it without artistic talent.

 Downstairs, a group of people have returned from fishing.

Tang Ming received the news from Shen Qing and went downstairs to get some fruit.

 The glass roof in the yard is almost finished. The workers are well-trained and the binding is almost silent.

“I took this too,” Tang Ming saw that there were still melon seeds on the table, so he took another pile. “Sister Qian is watching a drama, let her eat some melon seeds.”

Beside, Dean Jian, who was watching fish with Lance, paused for a moment when he heard the keyword, "She's watching a play?"

 Dean Jian went with Tang Ming 303.

Bai Zian holds the black remote control in his right hand, leaning on the sofa with his legs lazily propped up, watching TV calmly.

 Dean Jian looks at the TV, it is a classic family ethics drama.

 He sat on the left side of Bai Qian, "Why did you suddenly start watching a drama?"

Bai Qian tapped the remote control with her fingertips and said in an unhurried tone, "I want to try it."

“Blooming on the trees?” Dean Jian actually had a premonition in his heart.

"right."

“There are also categories of dramas,” said Dean Jian, a drama lover. He was overjoyed when Bai Qian said he wanted to try it. “I'll introduce you to a few dramas with the same style as Blossoms on a Tree.”

Bai Zian shook his head, "I may not be able to write in the style you want."

“Try it,” Dean Jian said in a very confident tone, “This is also my first time arranging music for a play.”

 Jiang Fuli came back late.

Tomorrow is Monday, and there will be a group meeting. The people in their group all took the same papers. Jiang Fuli packed up the experimental progress of the two weeks, and it was already ten o'clock when he came back.

 After spending a day in the laboratory, he planned to take a shower first and then go to 303 to see Bai Zian and the others.

    The small light in the hall of 302 is on.

Jiang Fuli reached out and took off his coat, hanging it on the shelf next to him. His cold eyes fell on the turned on light, he was stunned for a moment, and then he walked to the piano room in a hurry.

The door to the piano room was not closed tightly, and there was still a crack left, but the sound insulation was so good that you couldn't hear any sound even when you walked to the door.

 He gently opened the door.

 The air conditioner is on inside, and only a small light is turned on, but it doesn't light up.

Bai Zian did not sit on the piano bench as before. She only wore simple home clothes and sat lazily on the thick black carpet. The piano was casually placed on her lap. There were a few white papers scattered beside it, some of which had written words. Words, some don't.

 Oh, there's also a lighter.

She must have been a little lazy, her long fingers were too lazy to fiddle with the strings, so she picked up the lighter next to her and pressed it every now and then.

 Jiang Fuli has a bit of mysophobia.

 She only brought a lighter.

 The blue firelight was reflected in her deep black eyes, and her eyelashes were stretched out into a long shadow.

She must have noticed someone pushing the door. She turned around and sat up slightly. Her hair was pulled up casually. A few strands were not pulled up and fell on her eyebrows. She put down the piano and stood up: "It seems that I stayed too long. You are all back."

“There's something going on at school, what did you have for dinner?” Jiang Fuli approached, bent down and picked up the scattered papers one by one, with a graceful look.

 A new batch of postgraduate entrance examinations was about to begin. The school actually wanted to ask him if he wanted to recruit two more team members, but no one dared to mention it to him.

Among his subordinates, unless they are as talented as He Wen, very few of them can keep up with his pace. They are too stupid to make sense. Mr. Jiang really can't even take a look at them.

"The fish caught by Grandpa and the others were cooked by Director Chen today." Bai Qian was still playing with the lighter and watched him sort out the things and put them neatly on the bookshelf next to him. "Auntie left two for you. Tomorrow There's also soup to bring for you.”

 “Okay.” Jiang Fuli was not very interested in most things.

He was born into a distinguished family, but his life in the laboratory was even simpler than that of Academician Ma. He was very indifferent to everything. Ming Dongheng and the Jiang family were not allowed to enter a confidential place like the laboratory at will.

 A special passage was opened for him, but I thought it was troublesome and closed it.

At the time when he and Bai Zian Jiang He had dinner together in Xiangcheng, Jiang Fuli had not eaten in the laboratory, and Ming Dongheng had only arranged for dinner for a period of time.

 But now, Shen Qing and Ji Heng always ask Jiang Fu to take a food box with him when he leaves the laboratory, most of which is soup made by Shen Qing.

"My aunt added some spices to the soup..." Bai Zian stood lazily next to him, watching him organize the bookshelf. When she talked about adding spices, her tone paused slightly.

Jiang Fuli turned sideways, reached around her waist, tightened his fingertips, lowered his head slightly, only lowered his eyes, and asked her methodically from a very close distance: "What material?"

“Tang Ming and Ning Xiao are drinking together.” Bai Qian looked at the door, wondering if Jiang He would come back suddenly.

Jiang Fuli lowered his head and kissed her against the lamp behind him.

The arms were bent and clasped around her waist. Although they looked cold, the tight arms were strong and powerful. The slightly raised veins could be seen in the half-rolled sleeves.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Fuli said calmly after a long time and looked at the door calmly. "Jiang Xiaoniao's fingerprints were not recorded."

  302, only Bai Zian and his fingerprints.

“In January, I have half a month off.” Jiang Fuli stretched out his hand and pushed the hair that fell on her neck behind her ears. “Let's go to the snow-capped mountains. There is a ruins there.”

"Please take such a long leave," Bai Zian looked at him, "Are you going to stop researching dark matter?"

“There's no rush,” Jiang Fuli smiled and looked down at the piano still on the ground, “Why are you still in the piano room so late today?”

He recalled Bai Qian's schedule. Yan Lu was preparing for a new play in Beicheng and had no intention of releasing new songs.

 “I want to try composing music for a play.” Bai Qian replied to him.

Jiang Fuli thought about Gao Shu and squinted his eyes slightly.

Monday.    Early in the morning.

Mu Yining got up early in the morning. She lived in a house outside and only made some breakfast with Dong Xiaobai in the morning.

Dong Xiaobai put down the milk for her, and the two discussed Saturday, "How many distinguished guests are there?"

"Not much," Mu Yining sat next to him, picked up the milk and took a sip before speaking, "Even the Gao family is not here, but Mr. Chen and Mr. Xu will be there on time, as well as my partners."

It's almost the same. Mu Yining's partners are also among the best in Jiangjing.

It's not as grand as Mr. Xu's birthday celebration, but there are still so many people trying to squeeze in.

“This crab roe bun is really good. Dong Chuan and Wan Xuan will go there together.” Dong Xiaobai said.

Dong Chuan, Dong Xiaobai's nephew, whose mother is from the Jiang family, his position in the Dong family is already confirmed as the next generation heir of the Dong family.

It plays a very important role in the Dong family, otherwise Dong Xiaobai would not have accompanied Ren Wanxuan back to the Dong family last time.

Hearing this, Mu Yining sat upright and asked, "Will he come?"

Dong Chuan does not belong to this circle, and his status is higher than other members of the Dong family. He has always been noble. He should not be interested in the affairs of the Mu family, so why would he come here?

“What Wan Xuan requested,” Dong Xiaobai held the chopsticks, “is that she wants to return to the clan and ask Dong Chuan to show up with her.”

"Ren Wanxuan is really lucky," Mu Yining sighed. With Dong Chuan's appearance, even the direct descendants of the Mu family did not dare to say a word to Ren Wanxuan. "Dong Chuan is coming, so he must be notified." From what Butler Lou said, he is not an ordinary person after all."

“Dong Chuan was influenced by his mother, and the last time he dated a girl with this kind of artistic temperament,” Dong Xiaobai said, suddenly thinking of something, “Are Wan Xuan going to transfer their household registration together this Wednesday?”

　　It means that the Mu family is really the Mu family. The Mu family has such a huge inheritance, and the property left to them alone is countless.

 “With Mulan.” Mu Yining also picked up a chopstick of crab roe buns.

Take a bite, the juice bursts open, the crab roe is delicious, the crab meat is delicate, and the soup is mellow. Even Mu Yining, who has eaten so many delicacies, was particularly surprised for a moment.

Mu Youjun went to Mu's house last time and began to dislike the crabs that Mu's house ate this season.

Jiangjing only provides so many things to this circle every year. Whether it is food or refreshments, the Mu family has actually not been able to get a share in these years. The Gao family can still get some with their backing to the mountains.

After Mu Youjun sent it, Mu Yining only left one for the old man and gave one to Ji Heng.

She was also very surprised to eat this crab roe bun now. Crab roe buns of this quality were rarely eaten even when she was a child and the Mu family was in its heyday.

After breakfast, while the housekeeping aunt was cleaning, Mu Yining got in the car and called the housekeeper to ask about the origin of the crab roe buns.

Mu Yining was very surprised to learn that it was from Ji Heng.

Ji's family really made her feel more and more strange.

Wednesday.

Bai Zian was still eating in the cafeteria when he received a call from Xu En.

"Good morning, Ah Zian." Xu En was driving with a smile in his voice. After greeting Bai Zian, he explained to her that Ji Mulan wanted to transfer his household registration.

Xu Siqi's registered residence was with the Xu family, but Mrs. Xu did not allow him to transfer.

It was just such a big deal to transfer the household registration, Xu En still told Bai Zian.

"Yeah, I understand." Bai Qian swiped the card, served breakfast, and handed the card to Tang Ming next to him.

Tang Ming respectfully took the card from Bai Qian with both hands, not even daring to glance at the three words "Jiang Fuli" on the card.

Ding Wenyang has perfectly integrated into their group.

As long as Bai Zian is at school, they all eat with him.

Seeing Tang Ming be so respectful to a card, he was a little confused, "Brother Tang, you are now a player with 2 million points!"

 The top student in Jiang Datong Peak Class is so respectful to a card.

“Brother Ding, you don't understand.” Tang Ming thought about Monday morning, when Young Master Jiang heard about his points, he gave him a “ha” expression and said seriously.

Tang Ming swiped his meal card.

Ding Wenyang looked at the balance on his meal card, said "Ah", and then reacted -

 That's right. Isn't it normal to be respectful to the God of Wealth?

After finishing their meal, the two of them sat across from Bai Qian and Yang Lin.

Ding Wenyang was not surprised to see two foreign books next to Bai Qian. He saw this often.

He looked at the piece of paper on it. There were strange symbols on it, which Tang Ming had learned about in science, and they were called "reduction character spectrum".

“What have you been doing lately?” Ding Wenyang took a bite of the bun and asked Tang Ming beside him.

"It seems like I'm studying a drama," Tang Ming ate the buns, but felt disgusted, "These buns are not very tasty, I'll just eat one, and we'll have egg pancakes instead."

Ding Wenyang forgot about Bai Qian and said in disbelief, "Jiangjing is famous for the fresh meat buns in our cafeteria. Do you know how many Internet celebrities come to our cafeteria to borrow meal cards and buy buns here to check in?"

 Jiang University's cafeteria is indeed famous for its delicious food.

　　Many food bloggers on the Internet have become popular by opening up Jiangda's delicacies.

Tang Ming ate the buns silently, "...I will bring you something more delicious next week."

 Jiangjing Public Security Bureau, Xu En stopped the car.

 Saw the housekeeper waiting at the door.

"Mr. Xu, Miss Mulan," Housekeeper Lou introduced the people next to them with a smile, "This is Miss Wan Xuan, and this is Young Master Dong Chuan."

 Both parties have heard of each other.

Dong Chuan is tall and tall. He is wearing a jacket and his eyebrows are slightly dark, "Mr. Xu."

 “Young Master Dong.” Xu En heard Mu Yining say that Dong Chuan was not only the successor of the Dong family, but his mother's natal family was not easy to mess with.

 Xu En is very polite.

Ji Mulan has been recuperating for two months, and his body has almost recovered. However, he is not wearing high heels today. He is only wearing a goose-yellow coat and a top hat on his head. He is graceful and magnanimous.

 She glanced past Ren Wanxuan and landed on Dong Chuan. She was also very polite and said, "Master Dong."

People from the Public Security Bureau, Housekeeper Lou and Mu Yining have made arrangements, and someone will take them to line up.

 Transfer household registration and take photos.

 In less than half an hour, everything was moved.

 Ren Wanxuan lowered her head and looked at the household registration book in the housekeeper's hand. She remembered something and asked him, "Didn't Bai Qian come?"

"Miss Bai?" Housekeeper Lou mentioned Bai Qian with a gentle look on her face, "She doesn't want to change her household registration."

"That's it." Ren Wanxuan didn't care anymore. It was also a good thing for her that Bai Zian didn't change her household registration.

Beside her, Dong Chuan had been accompanying her. He didn't ask much when she mentioned Bai Qian. He knew that the Mu family had several more relatives, but except for Ren Wanxuan, he didn't care.

 In the car not far away.

Ji Mulan looked at the rearview mirror and said, "The boyfriend she found is quite nice. I heard that his mother's family relationship is not simple."

 It can be seen that even the housekeeper respects Dong Chuan.

"Not bad." Xu En started the car and evaluated seriously, but suddenly thought of Jiang Fuli.

 In terms of aura, after so many years, he has never seen anyone with aura that can match Mr. Jiang's aura.

 Beicheng.

Gao Shu was busy for several days and finally took two days to come to Beicheng to meet Teacher Xia.

Secretary Xue has contacted Teacher Xia's current address. Gao Shu was very surprised when she heard the address: “Time Entertainment?”

Teacher Xia first composed music for operas and large-scale movies, and left many famous songs. Later, he composed music for the Chinese orchestra, and he stopped composing music for a long time.

This kind of artist has nothing to do with the entertainment industry where entertainment is paramount.

 How can you have fun in time?

Gao Shu was surprised and drove the car to entertainment.

When the deputy director of Jiangjing National Theater learned that she was coming, the boss of Time Entertainment was alarmed. All the senior management stood at the door of Time Entertainment to pick up Gao Shu.

 The formation is a bit big.

 There was no other way. To find Teacher Xia in such a short time, Secretary Xue could only use simple and crude methods and alert these people as a last resort.

The weather in Beicheng was a bit hotter, so Gao Shu got out of the car wearing only a minimalist windbreaker.

"Dean Gao," the CEO of Time Entertainment respectfully took Gao Shu to the CEO elevator, "Teacher Xia is training Yan Lu to sing. On the 29th floor, I will take you to the lounge."

Yan Lu?

Gao Shu has an impression. She has also watched "Dayong".

In the lounge, Teacher Xia came in with a book of music, "Dean Gao, you came in person, so I won't say anything. As I get older, I have lost my passion for composing. I have also read "Blooming on the Tree", which is... There is one person recommended to you, and after counting, I think she is the most suitable."

 “Who?” Gao Shu stood up quickly.

Teacher Xia tapped the music score and sighed: "The composer of "Gamble" was picked up for nothing."

Gao Shu has also repeated this song.

It's just that she doesn't know much about the entertainment industry, nor does she know about the storm caused by the composer "Baidian" on the Internet. "The composer you all admire, where is this master now?"

"I don't know," Teacher Xia said bluntly, "It's been a year and no paparazzi in the entertainment industry has picked her out. Do you know how many people inside and outside the entertainment industry want to find her to compose music but have no way? She only prefers Yan Lu. Yan Lu composes the music, and asking Yan Lu to sing the theme song for you might give you a chance."

"It's unrealistic to find her," Teacher Xia finally looked at Gao Shu and suggested, "Ask my apprentice to compose music for you, and you can do it well."

Gao Shu understood. It seemed to be really difficult. Even artists like Teacher Xia had to contact Bai Jian by tutoring Yan Lu in singing.

"She is definitely not short of money," Secretary Xue analyzed with Gao Shu on the way. "There is a lot of power behind her. I will try my best to help you collect information about Teacher Bai."

 After Secretary Xue returned to Jiangjing, he used a lot of connections to collect information about the great person on the Internet.

 Saturday, early in the morning.

　　Mu's house is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

The housekeeper could see red lanterns hanging on the treetops along the way. The Mu family has not been so lively for twenty years.

He leaned on crutches and walked all the way to the old man's yard, crossed the crossroads, raised the curtain, and waited outside the small Buddhist hall. "Master."

 There is still the sound of wooden fish inside.

Mu Xianguang's voice was calm, “Today is the day they return to the clan?”

 He has not seen the light of day in the Buddhist hall, but he still remembers today.

Housekeeper Lou bowed respectfully, "Yes, there are many people here today, and Miss Wan Xuan will also bring Master Dong Chuan."

 There was only a "hmm" sound inside, but the wooden fish sound did not stop.

"Also," Housekeeper Lou lowered his eyebrows, "Miss asked me to tell you that Miss Bai will also be here today."

 Miss Bai, Bai Xian.

Mu Yining has mentioned to him countless times, the top scorer in the college entrance examination that swept Jiang University this year.

 The sound of wooden fish stopped.

Three minutes later, Mu Xianguang's voice came out, “Bring in my coat.”

Dear children, if the two chapters are separated in the future, I will write one chapter at noon and one chapter at night. If not, I will come and read it in the afternoon. I love you! ! (Damn winter, even if my throat is hoarse, I will still love you)

 (End of this chapter)

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