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Chapter 681: 271 following her was the special assistant to President Jian, Gao Family_1
” ‘Ancient Style Battlefield’?” The dean spoke with earnest, prompting Bai Lian to seek clarification. “A play?”
Aside from the composition “Gambling with Liquor” she created for Yan Lu, she had written many pieces with varied styles.
“The National Theater’s original play, ‘Blossoms on the Tree’,” the dean explained, outlining the context, “it’s a work launched by the former head before retiring, and its theme song remains undecided.”
Bai Lian had also heard of the National Theater; Yan Lu was currently preparing for examinations at the National Theater.
This was true art, an original work launched by the previous head.
“Dean Jian,” Bai Lian withdrew her gaze, “you must be joking.”
If it was about opera, she had seen plenty during palace banquets, but she had never watched a play and didn’t understand the form or style.
“The essence of what we’re interested in is the drama’s core,” Dean Jian discerned Bai Lian’s reluctance, “Drama is just another form of performance. Once you’ve seen the script, you’ll understand why I recommended you.”
Lifting her eyes, Bai Lian noticed that the organizers were already waiting nearby. She made her way downstairs. “You should attend to your important tasks.”
She descended the stairs while Dean Jian stood at the top.
Bai Lian was probably one of the few challenging people he had met in his life.
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The concert hall was vast.
Bai Lian paused at the Konghou exhibition stand to listen for a while before moving on to the next one.
Lao Hu followed closely behind her, only approaching to converse in a low voice when Bai Lian needed an explanation.
His demeanor was very respectful.
Now serving as Dean Jian’s sole assistant, he was recognized by those well-acquainted with the dean.
“Mr. Hu,” a middle-aged man approached from not too far away, shaking hands with Lao Hu before turning his attention to Bai Lian, “And this is…”
It was neither Leng Shuhe nor anyone he recognized.
“This is Miss Bai,” Lao Hu answered, then gently introduced her to the approaching figure, “This is Director Li, a member of Dean Jian’s previous team.”
“Nice to meet you.” Bai Lian was polite.
With Lao Hu’s attitude, even Director Li didn’t presume too much. Looking at the stand and listening for a while, he said, surprised, “So you’re Miss Bai. You originally studied the pipa.”
He had just wanted to make conversation, and finding Bai Lian knowledgeable about pipa music, they talked a bit more.
After meeting several people who knew Director Li, Bai Lian finally excused herself to check out another exhibition.
When Professor Jia arrived with two students, Director Li was getting ready to head backstage.
“This is Ya Ning, I’ve mentioned her to you before,” Professor Jia introduced his protégé to Director Li, and as for Bai Shaoqi, because she was studying as an amateur, he didn’t elaborate more, “This is Bai Shaoqi, my student from this summer’s intake.”
Both Ya Ning and Bai Shaoqi greeted Director Li respectfully.
Before coming, Professor Jia had already informed them that Director Li had been a part of Dean Jian’s team, a cultural bureau’s core member, and also served as a professor at Jiangyin specializing in pipa.
Director Li’s demeanor was quite official.
In such a setting, Madame Song stood beside Bai Shaoqi without getting involved in the conversation.
It was evident that Professor Jia was keenly paving the way for Ya Ning, introducing her to many industry moguls throughout the evening.
As both were about to leave, Director Li caught sight of a group through the crowd.
He moved forward, smiling and greeting the arrivals, “Principal, Miss Bai.”
Yun Chang, who had run into Bai Lian, was in the midst of discussing Jiang University’s matters, asking about her studies, when Director Li called. Both stopped, “Old Li, I was just about to take Miss Bai to see that new instrument that arrived.”
The tone was one of familiarity.
Speaking, Yun Chang explained to Bai Lian, “Previously, the museum housed a precious instrument for a long time, which was sold last year. Many regretted not purchasing it earlier. This year there’s a new instrument, not as fine as last year’s but better than none.”
Bai Lian wasn’t dressed in a gown like the others; she wore a twisted knit cardigan with a Mandarin collar and batwing sleeves, paired with a water-blue swirling skirt, exuding a restrained and calm temperament.
The jade hairpin at the back of her head shone delicately and moisturized under the lights, radiating a gentle beauty, smooth as cream.
She wore no other jewelry.
Even in an assembly of famed individuals, she didn’t seem out of place next to Yun Chang, composed and at ease.
Lao Hu followed her at a distance of two steps behind, smiling without joining the conversation.
“So you’re going to see the instrument,” Director Li laughed, “Then you should go ahead, I need to prepare for the opening.”