Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

The last battle.

Chen Ye led so many people to evacuate Xiangcheng, and Xiangcheng with only a hundred soldiers was already an empty city.

Bai Jian arranged for these people to guard the city gate and play drums every day. There were many required procedures.

The enemy did not dare to act rashly for a while.

The sword is hanging on the forehead, and only those who have truly experienced it can understand it.

"I need a while." Dean Jian told Bai Qian before that he was ambitious, but when it came time for him, he was afraid that he would be outdone by his own arrangement.

hang up the phone.

Dean Jian turned her head and asked the recorder, "Did you record the recording just now?"

The little girl had never seen Dean Jian look so meticulous, "Record, record it."

"Go and call your teacher." Dean Jian sat down in front of the snare drum, put on an earphone, listened to the main melody, tried to re-record a drum sound, and then tuned it.

This time he wants to add piano bass and electric guitar to create an atmosphere.

Dean Jian was not confident about this song, so he was going to ask two more people for their opinions.

The little girl looked at Dean Jian's serious look and suddenly wondered, maybe the free picker has released a new song!

She felt a little excited. Although the music she just played was not like Yan Lu's previous style, but thinking about it again, Yan Lu didn't have a fixed style. She suppressed her excitement and quickly opened the door to find her teacher.

Next to him, Dean Jian's phone rang. It was an old acquaintance, asking him if he had accepted arrangers recently, "It belongs to Teacher Shi, who is also an old artist. The people from the theater asked me to find you."

"Arrangement?" Dean Jian doesn't have much patience for this now, so he just said, "I haven't accepted any arrangements recently."

After arranging the music for Bai Zian, the other arrangements were all boring.

It was difficult for Dean Jian to arouse interest. He hung up the phone and muted his phone.

**

The music was sent to Dean Jian, and Bai Qian's recent busy composing came to an end.

She bound the printed papers, walked outside and put on her cotton-padded jacket, then reached for the cloak on the shelf next to her and walked down the stairs.

Today is Wednesday, but students from the same peak class were arranged to go to the laboratory together last week. There was only one class in the morning every day, and they went into the major laboratories of Jiangsu University in groups in the afternoon.

Bai Qian and Ning Xiao entered the best laboratory assigned to their class this time, Professor Sun Fu's plasma research laboratory.

103.

Lance was trying on clothes, and he rented the seventh floor of Building [-].

A crow-green cloak and a dark gray cotton robe. Even though Ji Heng restrained himself a little, the crow-green cloak was embroidered with various colorful flowers in an orderly manner.

The design sense is very strong.

Bai Zian felt it was a bit noisy.

Lance liked this cloak so much that he would wear it even when he was wearing only a single coat indoors.

"This is hers," Ji Heng handed a white bag to Bai Zian, "It was just made this morning."

Because the heating was on and the doors and windows were closed, Ji Heng didn't smoke in the hall. He usually only smoked in the sunroom in the yard with Lance.

In the bag was a long down jacket made by Ji Heng for Yang Lin. Yang Lin had never been out of Xiangcheng, and all she brought with her in the summer was a thin suitcase. It was cold in Jiangjing, and it would snow in two days, and the temperature would drop even further. Walk.

Ji Heng planned to make her a thick long down jacket at the beginning of the month.

Jiang Jing didn't have a neighbor embroiderer to help him, but he still finished it before the snowfall.

Yang Lin's open laboratory in the biology building.

Bai Qian and Tang Ming had looked for Yang Lin here. Several seniors in the laboratory knew them. When they saw Bai Qian, they greeted her warmly, "Yang Lin is in the laboratory on the third floor. Junior, you can go directly to her." Bar."

The laboratory building is also heated.

Bai Qian was wearing a white cotton-padded jacket with a begonia red cape. She took off the hat of the cape and smiled at the other party. Her eyebrows were bright and she looked as lazy as a begonia in the spring rain. "Thank you, Senior Sister Liu."

After she left, the girl grabbed the sleeves of the person next to her and said in disbelief, "She actually still remembers my name!"

**

third floor.

The laboratory is at the end, and the door is ajar.

As Bai Qian approached, she could still hear Yang Lin's voice. She was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, with her back to the door, her hands clasped together, and she spoke to a petri dish, "Master Jun, please, survive, you are Xia This is the last strain the teacher gave me, please..."

Bend respectfully at 90 degrees.

Bai Po: "..."

She reached out and untied her cloak, stood at the door and thought for a while, then quietly went downstairs.

I called Yang Lin at the top of the stairs.

"Sister Xian." Yang Lin's calm and rigid voice came from the phone.

"Grandpa asked me to deliver something to you. I'm at the experimental building." Bai Zian said.

Yang Lin's voice was as steady as ever, without any emotion, and she replied concisely: "The last laboratory on the third floor."

Bai Zian hung up the phone and waited at the stairs for another 2 minutes before walking to the laboratory.

The door of the laboratory was closed tightly. When she arrived, Yang Lin was holding a record report in one hand and a black pen in the other. She still wore black-rimmed glasses and had a snow-white complexion.

Bangs and glasses covered her clear eyes.

"Writing the experimental schedule." Yang Lin put the pen and report on the table and pushed up her black-rimmed glasses.

"Well," the zipper of the white cotton-padded jacket was already unzipped. She held the cloak in one hand and put her clothes on the chair next to her with the other hand. She said calmly: "Grandpa made the cotton-padded jacket for you."

After spending several months with Bai Zian Ji Heng and others, Yang Lin also got to know them somewhat.

She didn't refuse, she just thought about it, "I'm going to see my grandpa this weekend."

"You don't have to go out to see him if you don't have time." Bai Qian went out. She had to go to the plasma laboratory. She waved lazily behind her. She knew that a professor was taking care of Yang Lin and she was very busy every day. "There's no rush."

After Bai Zian left.

In the laboratory, Yang Lin reached out and opened the bag.

It is a long black satin down jacket with four white buckles on the outside of the zipper. The hem and cuffs are embroidered with small lilies and branches of various colors.

There are two large square pockets on both sides. The pockets are made of velvet, and each is embroidered with a large lily, which blooms elegantly.

Yang Lin held the down jacket, her hands slightly tight.

**

Experimental Center, School of Physics, Jiangsu University.

Plasma laboratory.

In the freshman year, even students from the same peak class can basically not help much in the laboratory. They just get used to the various equipment in the laboratory in advance and feel the academic atmosphere.

The same goes for Bai Zian's group, and Sun Fu's team members are leading them.

The atmosphere among the graduate students led by Sun Fu was average. When Bai Qian arrived, Tang Ming and Ding Wenyang each carried a bucket of mineral water inside.

Tang Ming had trained with Ming Dongheng and Bai Qian, and a bucket of mineral water was not a problem. Ding Wenyang had been a top student since he was a child, and his family did not let him do heavy work and he was out of breath.

Bai Xian took off her cloak and white cotton-padded jacket and put them between her wrists. She was only wearing a sweatshirt of the same color underneath. She glanced at Ding Wenyang as she passed by the two of them, and raised her hand to lift the mineral water off his shoulder.

Just carrying the mineral water casually, he walked into the corridor.

Ding Wenyang had a question mark on his face and gave Tang Ming a stiff look, "...Brother Tang, what's going on?"

Tang Ming easily carried the bucket upstairs and said calmly to Ding Wenyang: "Brother Ding, just get used to it."

Bai Zian put the water on the water dispenser outside and went directly into the laboratory.

Professor Sun's laboratory is very large, with three rooms connected together. At the experimental table, only Liang Wuyu is recording data.

This is a topic assigned to this group of freshmen by Professor Sun's laboratory, and it is also the recent research direction of Professor Sun's team, using plasma technology to purify uranium in seawater.

Seeing Bai Zian, he raised his head and said hello.

"Where are they two?" Bai Qian asked Xu Zhiyue and Ning Xiao.

"Zhiyue helped Senior Sister print the documents," Liang Wuyu said, "Ning Xiao went to get the experimental equipment for Senior Brother He."

The experimental equipment they want is in the physics building, and it takes a while to walk back and forth.

While the two were talking, not far away, a boy in a lab coat came over with a stack of printing paper, "Bai Qian, Liang Wuyu, you all happen to be here. This is a group assignment this time. Remember to hand it over to me and my senior sister on time." .”

Liang Wuyu reached out to pick up the group assignment in He Shuyan's hand.

After posting, He Shuyan smiled and said, "This is an opportunity for you to create. Thank you for your hard work."

Bai Zian went to get the lab coat, put it on lazily, and looked at He Shuyan with a half-smile, "Then let's thank Senior Brother He?"

She is obviously beautiful but has no offensive power.

He Shuyan seemed to hear some sarcasm in the words, and looked at Bai Jian again, who looked lazy again. He Shuyan turned around, thinking that he must have heard wrong.

**

In the evening, Bai Zian and the others did group homework and did not leave the laboratory until eleven o'clock.

"I'm so tired," Ding Wenyang rubbed his arms and asked Tang Ming beside him, "What time did Senior Brother He and the others leave?"

"About six o'clock." Tang Ming probably remembered the time.

Ding Wenyang sighed, "It has to be a personal disciple."

Bai Zian was holding a cloak without wearing it, and saw the car parked outside. Recently, she had to go back to the piano room for a while in the evening, so she didn't go back to the dormitory much.

I didn’t go back today.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Jiang Fuli folded his hands on the steering wheel. The lights in the car were turned on. His facial features were deep and distinct, and he dressed in cool colors as always.

Exquisite and lazy, very sophisticated and good-looking.

Bai Zian raised his eyebrows and felt much better.

She got in the car, Jiang Fuli tapped the steering wheel casually with his fingertips, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, he was very dissatisfied with the time she left the laboratory: "Why are you so late in your freshman year?"

Even in his laboratory, He Wen and the others were busy with a new project recently and had just left the laboratory.

"The subject of purifying uranium from seawater." Bai Qian lowered his eyes and put on his seat belt.

"They also purify it? They need a lot of funds to produce new materials." Mr. Jiang mocked whenever he disagreed.

The school allocates laboratories to freshmen in the experimental center. Jiang Fuli is used to spending time in top-level laboratories. He rarely likes such laboratories, and most of the projects are very vague.

Bai Zian glanced at him faintly.

"Of course, this is them," Jiang Fuli said again calmly, "Have you ever heard of amidoximated cellulose?"

Although Jiang Fuli did not study this area, he had listened to some lectures and could make two suggestions. He started the car and drove outside the school while discussing her topic with Bai Zian.

The headlights turn on.

You can see the big snowflakes suddenly falling from the sky.

Bai Zian leaned against the car door, lazily supporting his chin with his fingers, looking at the falling snowflakes outside, a little dazed: "It's snowing."

It’s cold in Jiangjing. It’s just December and it starts to snow.

Jiang Fuli drove the car to the parking lot of Shanhai Apartment. Bai Zian opened the door on the passenger seat. Because it was close to Building [-], she didn't put on her cloak.

The snowflakes were light, spinning and falling on her brows and the top of her head.

Jiang Fuli parked the car, took out the key, and walked inside with her, chatting about amidoximated cellulose and the atmosphere of the laboratory.

"It's not just an academic atmosphere." Bai Zian took the cloak and reached out to catch a snowflake.

She slowly described the plasma laboratory team to Jiang Fuli.

While Jiang Fuli listened, he stretched out his hand to brush off a few unmelted snowflakes from her head, "Wherever there are people, there will be divergence of interests. Some research groups are like this, but most research groups have a good atmosphere. Academician Ma’s team is very normal.”

Bai Jian saw that the lights in Ji Heng's courtyard were dimmed, so he walked up the stairs to the third floor with Jiang Fuli without saying hello.

Listening to Jiang Fuli talk about the laboratory, she suddenly remembered, "Is it true that no one in your laboratory dares to speak?"

Just these words from Jiang Fuli made people angry to death.

"It's not bad," Jiang Fuli said calmly, "They do more practical things and don't have so many complicated minds."

There are slightly complicated elements, such as Gao Jiachen, even if he is from the Gao family, he will not accept them.

Send Bai Qian home, and Jiang Fuli returns to 302.

After thinking about it, he went into the study room, turned on the phone, and made a video call.

On the other end of the phone, Academician Ma had just returned home and asked, "Investment or equipment?"

"No." Jiang Fuli sat on the chair, his eyes narrowed and his tone casual.

"Oh, goodbye." Academician Ma stretched out his hand to hang up the video.

Jiang Fuli leaned back and said, "I just sent her home and talked about some laboratory matters."

Academician Ma's mouth twitched when he heard his words "I just sent her home", but he also knew that Jiang Fuli was looking for him about Bai Qian, so he didn't hang up the video, "Tell me, what happened in the laboratory? "

**

Dean Jian’s arrangement cycle this time is also longer than before.

Wednesday gives the theme to the past.

At noon on Sunday, Bai Zian received a call from Dean Jian while eating in 103.

At the dinner table, Shen Qing, Tang Ming and Yang Lin were all there.

On the table were the fish caught by Ji Heng, Lance and Bureau Chen. Shen Qing and Chef Chen Bureau made fish head pot and a large plate of pickled fish.

Bai Zian took her mobile phone and went to the sunroom outside to answer the call. There was no heating outside, but because there was glass, the glass door of the hall was open, so it was not too cold.

She stood in front of a flowerpot and looked at the peonies planted by Ji Heng, "Dean Jian."

Dean Jian has been staying in the recording studio for the past few days and has not slept for twelve hours in total, but he is still very energetic. "It's done. The chorus is not particularly full. There is some white space left. Let me listen to it first. "

The music was still being reprinted on the CD, so he directly played the demo of "Blooming on the Tree" to Bai Qian live.

With the addition of snare drum and saxophone, and the fusion of pipa and bamboo flute sounds, the feeling of tension and relaxation is intertwined. The few blank seconds of the chorus are simply a stroke of genius, bringing the tension and excitement to the climax.

The next second, the collision sound of the tenacious guzheng matrix was exciting and murderous!

Even Bai Zian was emotionally affected after listening to this demo.

After 2 minutes, Bai Zian said, "It's amazing creativity."

A truly masterful arranger.

"I discussed it with Lao Yin," Dean Jian said. "It takes an hour to engrave the disc. Once it's done, I'll bring it to you."

The quality of the discs reproduced by the recording studio is very high. Because it is for use in the theater, Director Jian directly burns the discs.

Internet transmission affects the sound quality, and he will never allow this song to have any flaws.

"Okay." Bai Zian hung up the phone.

Lowering his head, a message appeared on WeChat.

It was Gao Shu: [蔹蹹, there is a rehearsal for the first half of "Blooming on the Trees" in the afternoon. Are you free to come and watch it today? 】

Gao Shu knew that Bai Zian was very interested in "Blooming on the Trees" and had rehearsed it twice this month. She had mentioned to Bai Zian that she should go to watch the rehearsal, but Bai Zian had no contact with Academician Ma because of the project. go.

Bai Zian looked at Gao Shu's news and replied slowly this time -

【it is good】

It's too cold, my hands are a little stiff, and typing is a bit slow. There is still a chapter on the treasures tonight! (Who knows why my air conditioner only cools but not heats!)