The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 599 - : 233 came to Beijing, gathered _1
Chapter 599: 233 came to Beijing, gathered _1
After their last parting in Jiangjing, Bai Shaoqi and Song Min had not seen Bai Lian again.
They had thought Bai Lian might return to the Bai Family, that they would encounter her there, or perhaps at Jiangjing University…
Any place but the building of Jiangjing Music Academy.
Ji Mulan had tried to develop Bai Lian comprehensively, making her pick up a sketching pencil from the age of three, but later, when she showed no talent, Ji Mulan tried to get her to learn the piano, painting…
It took some effort for them to adjust their mindset, deliberately forgetting about the college entrance examination.
Yet, they had not anticipated seeing Bai Lian without any preparation.
“Sis, sister,” the girl beside Bai Shaoqi didn’t dare to speak to Bai Lian, so she conversed with Pu Xiaohan, “Are you going to the third floor?”
As the elevator doors closed, Pu Xiaohan let go of her hand and smiled at her, “Yes.”
“Great one,” the girl put her hands together, “What is your major?”
She was asking about the instrument.
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Pu Xiaohan’s thought process was crystal clear, “Direction.”
The girl listened to these two characters, and even doubted her own knowledge for not having heard of the “direction” instrument, never suspecting Pu Xiaohan wasn’t a student of Jiangyin, “Huh?”
“Ding—”
The third floor arrived, the elevator slowly came to a stop, and the doors opened.
Reacting to the moment, the girl and the trio of Bai Shaoqi and Song Min only then saw a corner of the third floor, facing a white wall where two faded ink wash landscape paintings were displayed behind glass.
In the middle, there was a model of a guzheng.
The entire third floor was carpeted, with the carpet stretching along the corridor to the elevator entrance.
It was serene and refined.
Old Hu stood at the elevator entrance and, seeing Bai Lian, raised a smile, “Bai student.”
“Mr. Hu.” Bai Lian walked out.
“Bye.” Pu Xiaohan had never met Old Hu, and after saying farewell to the girl, followed Bai Lian out.
As the elevator doors closed again, the girl turned around, excitedly saying to Bai Shaoqi, “This is the legendary Shaman Building recording studio! And did you see those two paintings outside? Those are the authentic works of our guzheng department’s founding master, Qin Jiu!”
This building was not frequented by many on ordinary days, and the girl was fortunate to attend the masterclass during the summer break, naturally having some family resources. However, she had never entered the third floor.
She had only seen countless photos of the two paintings on the Jiangyin forum. This was her first time seeing them with her own eyes.
Originally expecting Bai Shaoqi to discuss the big shots on the third floor with her as usual, she didn’t expect Bai Shaoqi and Song Min to remain silent.
Bai Shaoqi’s gaze was hollow, directed towards the elevator doors.
Her eyes had no fixed point.
The third floor… why could Bai Lian go in?
**
The third floor.
Pu Xiaohan was looking at those two landscape paintings, very freehand in style.
One was a bird’s eye view of a fortress tower, the other a pavilion amidst green mountains.
There was no inscribed poem, nor any signatures.
Qin Jiu’s painting skills were not particularly good, but they were well-preserved. These early works of his were placed on the third floor by Jiangyin.
Pu Xiaohan knew of Qin Jiu, but she had only just learned that he also had two paintings.
As she looked at the paintings, Bai Lian and Old Hu stood to the side waiting for her.
Once Pu Xiaohan had finished looking, Old Hu led them to the vocal recording studio.
When they arrived at the recording studio, Yan Lu was singing into the microphone with black headphones on inside the room, visible through the glass, standing in front of the mic with eyes slightly shut, her profile radiant.
Dean Jian and Zhao Jianxin were outside doing the sound mixing.
Having just finished a section, Yan Lu was listening to the playback through her headphones.
Dean Jian raised his hand to greet Pu Xiaohan and then spoke to Bai Lian. He held a black pen in his right hand, casually sketching a segment on the notebook, “You’ll need to re-record this part later.”
Bai Lian glanced at it and nodded.
“Have you had any new song ideas lately?” Dean Jian closed the notebook.
To Dean Jian, ensuring Yan Lu’s new songs were in progress was more vital than anything.
“It’s coming along,” said Bai Lian, although she hadn’t really done much.
Once they finished speaking, Pu Xiaohan held up her phone, “Dean Jian, can I post this?”
Dean Jian looked at it, it was a photo of the two paintings at the elevator entrance, “Sure, post it quickly. You haven’t posted a video for over half a month now.”
Because the third floor was not open to the general public, there were few images of the paintings available.
The last time Pu Xiaohan posted a video was the last time.
Her posting frequency was low, yet each video was around ten minutes of high-quality content, the last being a four-month detailed traditional style graduation photo shoot, all major works.
The audience was left wanting more.
Dean Jian was among them, though he always urged her in person.
“Soon,” Pu Xiaohan learned quickly.
