Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

"Sister Xin," Lu Xiaohan recalled that Dean Jian, thoughtfully: "Sister Po, she can play the guzheng, let her try."

Wen Qi took a melon seed from Jiang He's hand, "Yes, yes, yes."

Sister Xin stared at Bai Po's face. Under the setting sun, her face was as lazy as the moon, gorgeous but not coquettish. She had a loose demeanor, but she was calm in her every move, confident yet humble, good at shooting spears and good at shooting. Guzheng...

She has a sense of the absurd.

This is the Miss Bai recorded in the history books, right?

Sister Xin came back to her senses, "Miss Bai, our Yan Lu has been greatly favored by you this time, thank you."

Of course, even though Bai Po said she could compose music, Sister Xin still didn't feel relieved.

She is also trying to find people in her circle.

Sister Xin was also afraid that the character songs written in a short period of time would not be good enough. Yan Lu's voice was good, but she was afraid that Yan Lu would be scolded by netizens after she finished singing.

This is something that Sister Xin really doesn't want to see.

Bai Po and Yan Lu have paid so much for this role, she doesn't want this role to have any shortcomings.

Sister Xin didn't pin all her hopes on Bai Po, she took her mobile phone to communicate with Wan Dao, looking for contacts in various ways, hoping to find an unreleased song that fits the role and buy it.

Bai Po knew that it was impossible for Sister Xin to completely trust him, not only Sister Xin, but Bai Po himself was not sure either.

While thinking, she asked Yan Luping to hold the gun and practice walking posture back and forth.

Yan Lu is very talented in acting, Bai Po only needs a few pointers, and she can show that kind of temperament.

"Xiaohan," Bai Po felt that she had learned well, so she leaned slightly and asked Lu Xiaohan, "Can I take the guzheng from school home for two days?"

Lu Xiaohan didn't know either.

"Wait a minute," Lu Xiaohan took out her phone and found Xu Qian's number, "I'll ask Xu Qian."

Xu Qian is the Minister of Literature and Art and has the key to the storage room.

"She said yes," Lu Xiaohan stuffed the phone back into his pocket, "I'll get it for you."

Lu Xiaohan is more familiar with Xu Qian, and Bai Po continues to stare at Yan Lu here.

Next to him, Jiang He, who was sitting on the steps, looked at Bai Po, and at Lu Xiaohan who was going out, thoughtfully.

**

Bai Po took Jiang He back with the guzheng in his arms.

Sitting next to Ji Heng and chatting with him, Lance was very surprised to see the guzheng held by Bai Ke, "What?"

"Guzheng," Bai Po put the Guzheng back into the room without haste, and came out with a silver needle, explaining to Lance in detail, "it's a musical instrument of our country."

Lance had never seen a guzheng before, so he reached out and plucked the strings curiously.

"Zheng-"

The voice is like the cry left behind by Gu Hongyuan.

He stretched out his hand again, and flicked randomly, his voice was like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Jiang He covered his ears silently, and he didn't speak, just staring at Lance.

Lance worked harder, until Bai Jian slowly stroked the silver needle on his head, and said slowly, "If you move again, I'll be stabbed crookedly, and I'll be paralyzed."

Lance: "..."

He understood, and silently went back to the reclining chair outside, letting Bai Ke give him the needle.

Bai Jian returned to the room after giving Lance acupuncture.

She put the piano on the table, remembered what happened to Ming Dongheng, and took out her mobile phone to send Ming Dongheng a long sentence——

【*&￥@#@……】

[Meditate and grasp firmly, pay attention to breathing and exhalation, concentrate on breathing with the abdomen]

【…】

After sending out, she reached out and plucked the strings.

Jiang He is lying on her table, staring at her fingers, she only uses her left hand to pluck the strings, three or four strings together at the same time.

The sound is soft or heavy, but there is no melody connected to it, it seems that they are randomly flipping to listen to the sound.

Hard-edged.

Jiang He was dumbfounded.

Bai Po looked at him and chuckled lightly: "You seem to be slow in my family."

After speaking, he wrote down another word in the notebook next to him.

It is what she has experienced, she is full of emotion, but she is still trying to interpret this tune.

Jiang He would go to see what she wrote at this time.

Bai Po's handwriting is always neat and beautiful, simple and clear, but when Jiang He saw it, he began to doubt life after he had just finished reading the dictionary. He stared at the words written by Bai Po with a blank face——

There are four, seven, and a box in a word?

Is it still a word?

He sat back blankly.

Not learned, not learned at all.

After a while, Bai Po jotted down a few more words. He didn't believe in evil, so he went over to take another look. Good guy, this time there are nine, four, and three in each word, and there is even a big one? !

Jiang He stood up and silently moved outside to watch Ji Heng teach Lance how to play backgammon.

Lance couldn't play chess with Ji Heng. When he saw Jiang He, his eyes lit up and told Ji Heng to go away. He wanted to play chess with Jiang He.

Jiang He had never played backgammon before, so Ji Heng held a cigarette pouch and told him the rules.

3 minute later.

Lance: "...?"

Come again.

2 minute later.

Lance: "?"

Come again.

1 minute later.

Lance: "(smiles)"

Jiang He put away the white chess pieces, finally feeling confident.

He sat on the stone bench, poked his watch again, and sent a message to Jiang Fuli.

Jiang He tried it first: 【,】

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Fuli is still in the laboratory. He will go to see Zhang Erbi with Bai Po tomorrow morning, and he has to hurry up to deal with the laboratory today.

The laboratory in Area B has a constant temperature all year round. In order not to bring pollution to the laboratory, everyone inside will wear lab coats.

He stood in front of the detector, leaned slightly, and looked at the dark matter particle mass and scattering cross-section diagram on the instrument.

There were a few people standing behind him, and He Wen was particularly excited, "Anti-coincidence detection is much more sensitive, and many laboratories around the world have called us to inquire..."

Jiang Fuli tilted his head slightly, his glamorous lenses couldn't block his stunning gaze, and his slender and cold fingers put away the documents He Wen handed over.

He didn't speak, just raised his hand slightly.

Others will understand in seconds and can go back.

The phone turned on, Jiang Fuli picked up the phone, it was Jiang Hefa's comma.

Jiang Fuli: [? 】

Confirming that Jiang Fuli had time now, Jiang He went to Bai Po's to secretly take a photo.

Jiang He: [[Picture]]

Jiang He: [,]

Jiang Fuli walked to the lounge of D area, and at the same time clicked on the picture and looked at it. There was a line of neat words on the picture, and the words were not accurate.

See this line.

Jiang Fuli stopped in his footsteps, and the assistant who was following him was almost taken aback by Jiang Fuli who stopped suddenly.

He took several steps back, then secretly raised his head and observed secretly.

Jiang Fuli tapped the line with his fingertips.

After a long while, he replied to Jiang He unhurriedly——

【little illiterate】

【This is the subtraction spectrum】

Behind him, the assistant saw strangely that Mr. Jiang seemed to be in a much better mood, not much better, but he was a little more popular and fireworks than before.

The assistant was greatly encouraged: "Jiangjing University has an international speech, and the research institute asked if you have time to go back and give them a speech?"

Jiang Fuli tilted his head, he was wearing a white lab coat, he was extremely cold, and his tone was calm, "No time."

After all, I have to go to prison to teach a fool.

If you can't teach Bai Ke, you may have to doubt his teaching level.

**

The next day.

Early in the morning, Bai Po got up to look for Zhang Shize.

Jiang He wanted to go to Ji Shaojun's new home with Ji Heng, so he didn't get up in a hurry, he was still lying on the bed.

When Jiang Fu left the car, it stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

Bai Po got into the car, and she lazily put on her seat belt.

There was a faint, cool smell in the car.

Bai Po wrote the music score last night until nine o'clock. She was afraid of disturbing other people's rest, so she didn't continue. Writing the music score was a temporary decision, which took up more than three hours of her time.

She has her own plan every day and is very self-disciplined. She only starts planning for the day after composing the music.

Planning was completed more than three hours later than usual.

So I didn't go to sleep until three o'clock.

Get up at five o'clock.

Because Zhang Shize started working at 07:30, they had to arrive earlier to start tutoring.

Jiang Fu drove steadily from the car, and Bai Po fell asleep halfway through. She was very defensive every day. Maybe she was too tired today, or maybe she felt that this place made her feel relaxed.

Jiang Fuli lowered the tone of the spring-like guzheng in the car.

When the car stopped slowly at the gate of the prison, Bai Chi was still awake, Jiang Fuli checked the time, it was not yet 06:30, he didn't call her, he just turned off the car and opened the window, turned around and looked at her seriously .

It was early, and the morning sun hadn't even had time to show up, only a ray of breeze brushed across her face.

Bai Jian's hair was still pulled up casually today, and the broken hair was gently blown by the wind. The black hair was blown from the side of the face to the tip of the nose, and it stopped there and would not go away, shaking lazily.

Jiang Fuli stared at that strand of hair for a long time——

How dare it provoke me?

Mr. Jiang reached out his hand coldly, and put the lock of hair where it should stay.

When it was almost 06:30, he woke people up as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Shize felt that Brother Jiang seemed to be very talkative today.

Did not scold him.

He was at a loss.

At [-]:[-], Yan Lu was waiting outside. She wanted to tell Zhang Shize the news about "Da Yong". She will join the group next week, and she will not see Zhang Shize for a long time.

Bai Po went out first.

Jiang Fuli followed behind her.

Zhang Shize usually talked a lot, but he couldn't speak to Yan Lu. Yan Lu himself was cold and glamorous. The last time Yan Lu came with his parents, the two hardly spoke a word.

Jiang Fuli fell behind Bai Po and was about to take him to the door.

He glanced at Zhang Shize, then at Yan Lu, and suddenly said, "Zhang Shize, is your injury healed?"

Zhang Shize was taken aback.

Yan Lu looked at Zhang Shize, then at Jiang Fuli.

"The last time he fought with Liu Xinming, he suffered serious internal injuries, and he still hasn't healed yet." Jiang Fuli pointed to the place where Zhang Shize was beaten by his inmates, and then walked out gracefully.

Zhang Shize rubbed his stomach, then looked up at the anxious Yan Lu.

Daigo empowerment.

**

Ji Shaojun bought a new house in Xin'an Community.

On Huancheng Avenue, not far from Qingshui Street, Building 11, 101.

The community is newer than before. It has only been built for a few years. One building has 12 floors. The occupancy rate is not very high, and the house price is not very expensive. It is more than 3000 yuan per square meter. Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing bought the first floor.

When Bai Po and Jiang Fuli arrived, there were already many people in Ji Shaojun's house.

Chen Ju was studying chess with a colleague of Ji Shaojun, and Ji Heng was pointing at the side with a cigarette pouch.

There are two other students from Ji Shaojun's family who are playing with Jiang He, mainly watching Jiang He play with building blocks and Rubik's Cube in amazement.

Ji Shaorong was helping Ji Shaojun in the kitchen, and Shen Qing had just recovered from a serious illness, so she wore a hat on her head and entertained guests in the lobby.

The small living room was packed to the brim.

As soon as the door opens.

Shen Qing saw Bai Po and Jiang Fuli, she greeted them to come in, and closed the door, "Ah Po, Xiao Jiang, you two are here."

Ji Heng, who was standing beside Chen Ju, raised his head subconsciously.

It happened to meet Jiang Fuli.

The lively hall instantly seemed to be blown by a cold wind.

Bureau Chen hadn't turned his head yet, and his men subconsciously stopped in mid-air. Past experience told him that someone should have arrived.

He tilted his head.

Sure enough, he saw the cold Mr. Jiang taking a step behind Bai Po.

Ji Heng paused with his hand holding the cigarette pouch. He looked at Jiang Fuli from the beginning to the end, and then watched Ji Shaojun poke his head from the kitchen to greet Jiang Fuli skillfully.

Ji Heng: "...?"

Who is this thing that suddenly appeared?

"Dad, this is Xiao Jiang." Shen Qing took out two more cups, poured water for Bai Po Jiang Fuli, and enthusiastically introduced Jiang Fuli to Ji Heng, "It was thanks to him that I was hospitalized last time."

Shen Qing broke the deadlock and enthusiastically introduced Jiang Fuli to Ji Heng.

Jiang Fuli greeted Ji Heng politely, "Hello."

Beside Ji Heng, Chen Ju took a chess piece and hurried to the side to avoid it.

So he's the only one who doesn't know?

Ji Heng looked at Jiang Fuli, and said "um" in a muffled voice, without saying much.

Shen Qing asked Jiang Fuli to sit down, and she went to cut fruit for the two of them by herself, Jiang Fuli sat on the sofa with a strict eye, beside Ji Heng who glanced at him from time to time.

Both were silent.

Bai Po sat lazily on the side and brushed up the questions.

Occasionally, I will recall the score and write down what comes to mind.

Shen Qing brought up a new fruit plate from the kitchen and gave it to the two of them.

Jiang Fuli is very ordinary towards fruits, but when he saw some cherries, he took one to try, the cherries Shen Qing bought were not sour.

still alright.

He took two more and handed them to Bai Ke.

He reached out and hooked the trash can beside Jiang He.

Jiang He tilted his head to look at Jiang Fuli expressionlessly.

"Brother Kid," beside Jiang He, a high school student gently pulled down Jiang He's sleeve and pointed to the Rubik's Cube in his hand, "You restore this too."

Jiang Fuli heard the words, looked down at the Rubik's Cube in Jiang He's hand, and then smiled mockingly.

Jiang He: "..."

He angrily restored that side.

High school students are amazed.

On the opposite side, Ji Heng glanced at it, and then slowly withdrew his gaze.

**

After dinner, Chen Ju Ji Heng and the others will stay here to play cards.

Ji Shaojun took a painting to Bai Po and asked her to help Xu En. Xu En didn't show up today, but Li arrived early in the morning.

This is Ji Shaojun's gift in return.

Bai Po sent a WeChat message to ask Xu En. The other party is still holding a press conference and has no time, so he said to come to pick it up at night.

Then Ji Shaojun would definitely say her, so Bai Po asked Xu En to send her the address.

She went to him later.

Xu En quickly sent an address to Bai Po——

[There is just a dinner party, you can eat a little if you have time, there are a lot of good food]

【It's a pity that your uncle and others can't come】

Shen Qing has a lot of people.

Bai Po wanted to find a place to do the quizzes, and Jiang He followed them back.

Jiang Fuli directly drove the car back to the single-family building where he usually lives.

Bai Po took another nap on the road and felt better than before.

Ming Dongheng was sitting cross-legged on the lawn in the garden, with his four fingers gathered in his palm, as motionless as a mountain.

Jiang He jumped out of the car, then squatted beside Ming Dongheng, looking up at him.

Ming Dongheng opened his eyes and was startled. He jumped up and found that his body was lighter, "Little Master, why are you back?"

As soon as he looked up, Bai Po and Jiang Fuli also got out of the car.

Ming Dongheng opened his mouth to talk to Bai Po, but when he saw Jiang Fuli, he quickly stood up again, returning to his usual coldness and rigor, "Master, Miss Bai."

"En." Jiang Fuli glanced at him.

Bai Po smiled at Ming Dongheng.

Jiang He pulled Bai Jian's clothes and asked her to look at his paintings.

Jiang Fuli looked at the backs of the two, and went to the study with a cold face to have an online meeting with the Jiang family.

**

downstairs.

After Chen Jingyu heard that Jiang Fuli had finally returned, he quickly looked for him.

There is a lady beside me.

She was wearing a long plain dress and a beige coat outside. Her chestnut hair was permed into big lazy waves and loosely draped behind her head.

"Yu Shen." Seeing her, Ming Dongheng stood up slightly and greeted her with a very respectful tone.

The corners of Yu Hongyi's lips were slightly pursed, her expression was a little cold, only Ming Dongheng nodded.

Get used to this attitude.

She came on behalf of Mr. Chen, Ming Dongheng went upstairs to find Jiang Fuli.

After a while.

Ming Dongheng went downstairs, the air pressure was slightly low, Yu Hongyi and Chen Jingyu were taken aback, they looked at each other, and stood up quickly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fuli came down so soon.

"Yu Shen, it has to be you." Chen Jingyu said excitedly, he had never seen Jiang Fuli for three times.

Yu Hongyi was very surprised, but she smiled when she heard the words.

A slender figure slowly descended the wooden stairs.

He put on a slightly soft white home clothes, but his slightly drooping face was still as cold as a sword blade, with a cold glance over him, it was better than any frost.

Like a thick and colorful picture scroll.

Chen Jingyu lowered his head, not daring to look at it: "Young Master Jiang."

Yu Hongyi also came back to her senses, she looked away, and took out a letter, "This is from the old man."

Ming Dongheng stretched out his hand to take the letter from Yu Hongyi, and held it in his hand without giving it to Jiang Fuli.

Yu Hongyi glanced at the letter in Ming Dongheng's hand, and pursed her lips slightly.

But they all knew that Jiang Fuli seldom took things from others, unless it was his friends or the researchers he brought.

Jiang Fuli nodded, indicating that he already knew and was extremely indifferent.

Then without squinting, he walked unhurriedly to the cabinet at the door.

As he walked, the ground seemed to be covered with frost.

Cold white fingers opened the drawer, picked up a bunch of keys from inside, then leaned half against the cabinet, tapped the table with slender fingertips, and looked casually at the stairs.

No one dared to speak in the dead hall, Chen Jingyu and Yu Hongyi looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

Until there was another noise upstairs.

Both Chen Jingyu and Yu Hongyi were very surprised, subconsciously raised their heads.