The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 690 - : 274 Bai Jian, an expert, Mu Lao Ye steps out of the Buddha hall (two watches combined)_1

Chapter 690: 274 Bai Jian, an expert, Mu Lao Ye steps out of the Buddha hall (two watches combined)_1

Bai Lian had listened to Jian Zhongyou’s collections, “The White Snow of Cang Mountain,” “The Peace of Autumn,” and “The Sounds of Home”; she had heard them all.

These were works from Jian Zhongyou’s middle period, characterized by simple, steady rhythms and a warm atmosphere.

So, when she learned that Jian Zhongyou had become famous for playing “The White Robed Journey” and that his later compositions turned out to be as plain and sincere as Qin Jiu’s, Bai Lian was somewhat surprised.

“Blossoms on the Tree” tended toward a tense style with an overwhelming sound, and as the script progressed toward the middle and later stages, it created an anxiety similar to the Empty Fort Strategy.

It wasn’t a style that Jian Zhongyou excelled in, and indeed he didn’t have much energy to continue to create. If he hadn’t been unable to find the right person, he would have already retired.

Bai Lian put it this way, but Gao Yan and the butler were choked by Bai Lian’s remark that “Director Jian can’t do it.”

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However, they quickly caught the meaning of Bai Lian’s words.

“Alian, you,” Gao Yan set down the Plum Blossom Cake and sat up straight, “can you compose music?”

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

And judging by the way Director Jian interacted with her, Gao Yan knew that Bai Lian’s guzheng skills must not be too shabby.

But… composing music and such, people without professional skills couldn’t just start doing it. With something like a research competition, it was easy for Gao Yan to look toward Bai Lian.

Gao Yan had never associated Bai Lian with composition.

“Now, I suppose I can,” Bai Lian said, holding her folding fan, “I haven’t seen a stage play before; I might not be suitable, just giving it a try. We’ll choose the best option later.”

Gao Shu would certainly seek others too, it’s just that they might not measure up to the expertise of Mr. Shuo.

Director Jian had a lot of faith in Bai Lian, and although music had no clear boundaries, the stage play’s theme song style was somewhat direct; Bai Lian still wasn’t clear on the style.

“Okay good,” Gao Yan said, still not fully processing, “I’ll tell Shushu.”

Ming Dongheng’s car was waiting downstairs, and Gao Yan escorted Bai Lian to the lobby.

After the car had left, Gao Yan wrapped her coat around herself, lost in thought as she turned to the butler, “Butler, do you think it’s reliable? It won’t interfere with her studies, will it?”

According to Xu Nanjing, Bai Lian was now the darling of the Physics Institute.

“This…,” the butler wasn’t certain either, “Madam, Miss Bai Lian said she wants to try, so let her try.”

“Hmm,” Gao Yan took out her phone and called Gao Shu.

**

At the theater, Gao Shu had already met with Shuo Qingyu and Jiu Yinghui, who were indeed watching a rehearsal of the stage play together.

Even the actors for “Blossoms on the Tree” had been selected over a period of more than one year.

Shuo Qingyu and Jiu Yinghui were standing up front, speaking with a man, who was none other than the play’s male lead, Bei Tong.

Secretary Xue whispered to Gao Shu, “They are already discussing the singing issues with Bei Tong.”

Shuo Qingyu had prepared for so long, and the compositions he held were surely already more than half complete, eventually to be presented before the old director through Bei Tong’s performance.

“I know,” Gao Shu said with a grim face, turning to go to the back, “What about Teacher Xia? What did he say?”

This was her backup plan.

“He needs it by December, Teacher Xia said he wouldn’t dare to take on something belonging to the old director,” Secretary Xue had a notebook in hand, “He’s currently in Beicheng, do you want to go to him?”

“Beicheng?” Gao Shu climbed the stairs, surprised he was in Beicheng but still instructed, “Pick a couple of days and prepare a plane ticket to Beicheng for me.”

She reached her office just in time to answer Gao Yan’s call.

Bai Lian had mentioned wanting to try composing for her.

“She said just to give it a try,” Gao Yan sighed, “I’ve told you before, she plays the guzheng, maybe, she really could come up with something.”

Hearing about Bai Lian, Gao Shu’s mood also improved significantly as she sat at her desk, “Really? Then she might even have something in common with Lou Jiu.”

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Gao Shu continued, “Whatever she writes, no matter what, I’ll have someone from the theater sing it.”

“That’s what I think too,” Gao Yan laughed, the two of them ending up on the same wavelength.

Gao Yan merely mentioned it in passing, and Gao Shu noted it down, but after all, even Director Jian didn’t dare to take on the song, so Gao Shu didn’t expect Bai Lian to produce any kind of composition.

After hanging up the phone, she discussed the trip to Beicheng with Secretary Xue.

**

Shanhai Apartment.

When Bai Lian got out of the car, she saw workers busy in the yard of number 103, installing transparent glass on the wall and roof.

“Miss Bai, it gets cold in Jiangjing during winter,” Ming Dongheng got out of the car and stood behind Bai Lian, explaining, “putting up the glass will make it like a sunroom.”

Jiangjing winters were indeed cold, Bai Lian nodded slightly, but remarked that it was much better now than before. In the past, winters in Jiangjing were truly cold, almost like a mini Ice Age.