The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528: Jiang Ge came to pick up Alian, the successor of Director Jian from 212

“Desert Melody” and “The White Robed Journey” are of different styles, a composed and elegant minor tune.

Due to the domineering style of “The White Robed Journey,” reminiscent of a piano demon, it has a broader audience than “Desert Melody.”

Recently, the television just happens to be broadcasting “Great Yong”. The TV series has made this part of the story very clear, and many viewers who don’t understand traditional Chinese music have learned that among the ten famous guzheng songs, five are credited to this mentor and his two disciples alone.

As the young Miss Bai already comes with her own fan base, by the time the TV series had not yet finished airing, the actress playing her, Yan Lu, had already amassed a terrifying fan count of over thirty million.

Bai Lian spoke seriously.

However, President Jian felt like hitting her. “You’re so serious when you’re telling jokes. I don’t know whether to believe you’re Mr. Qin Jiu’s disciple or to believe that I’m Emperor Qin Shi Huang myself.”

“What do you think?” he asked Bai Lian again.

Is he really being brushed off like this? Was the old man that easy to deceive?

Bai Lian retracted her gaze and looked at the stage expressionlessly, her profile contoured by the interplay of light and shadow, her facial arc icy cold, as was her voice: “The next performance is about to begin. Shut up.”

President Jian: “…”

Young people can’t take a joke!

By President Jian’s side, Principal Luo, who had been sitting quietly, didn’t dare move an inch.

If someone had told Principal Luo a few days ago that there was someone in this world who dared to talk to their traditional music authority, President Jian, in such a manner, he would have thought they were crazy.

Now, he thought he was the one going crazy.

Principal Luo gently pinched his own leg. It hurt quite a bit.

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After the opening, the second performance was a solo pipa recital.

Only a beam of cold light shone on stage, highlighting the teacher in a gray cheongsam. With her hair up, the soothing sounds of the pipa began, like babbling brooks, graceful and lingering.

There was no dissonant style, just a violin blending in, a stunning cold moon overhead, as a beautiful woman slowly narrated the old dreams of a lost country.

Bai Lian listened to this piece even more attentively than the ones before. After the song ended, President Jian observed her still watching the stage, ” ‘Old Dreams,’ this style of music is also very beautiful, right?”

He originally thought Bai Lian would prefer the kind of music that fought against the elements like a fierce storm.

“Mhm.” Bai Lian nodded.