MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

   "Sister Xin," Lu Xiaohan thought of Dean Jian, thoughtfully: "Sister Xi 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 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 that she could compose music, Sister Xin was still not 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 is good, but she was afraid that Yan Lu would be scolded by netizens after singing.

   This is what 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 knows that it is impossible for Sister Xin to completely trust herself, not only Sister Xin, but Bai Po himself is not sure either.

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

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

   "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 his 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 and Xu Qian are a little more familiar, and Bai Po continues to stare at Yan Lu here.

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

  **

  Bai Po carried the zither and brought Jiang He back.

  Lance sat next to Ji Heng and chatted with him. He was very surprised when he saw the guzheng held by Bai Po, "What?"

   "Guzheng," Bai Po put the guzheng back into the room without haste, and then came out with a silver needle, explaining to Lance in detail, "it is 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 Ke slowly stroked the silver needle on his head, and said slowly: "If you move again, I'll be stabbed crookedly, and I will be paralyzed."

  Lance: "…"

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

  Bai Li 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—

  【*&￥@#@…】

  【Sit in meditation and grasp firmly, pay attention to breathing and exhalation, concentrate on breathing with abdomen】

  【…】

  After finishing 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 was soft or heavy, but there was no melody connected to it, as if it was randomly flipping to listen to the sound.

   Show your sharpness.

  Jiang He was dumbfounded.

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

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

   itself is something she has experienced, she is full of emotions, but she is still trying to interpret this tune.

  Jiang He will 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 blankly at the words written by Bai Po——

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

   Is it still a word?

  He sat back blankly.

   Didn’t learn it, didn’t learn it 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, three, and even one big? !

  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, and when he saw Jiang He, his eyes lit up, and he 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.

   Three minutes later.

  Lance: "...?"

   Come again.

   Two minutes later.

  Lance: "?"

   Come again.

   One 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, so 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 a lab coat.

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

   There were a few people standing behind him, and He Wen was particularly excited, "The anti-coincidence detection sensitivity is much higher, and many laboratories in the world have called us to inquire..."

  Jiang Fuli tilted his head slightly, his glamorous lenses couldn't block his eye-catching sight at all, and put away the documents He Wen handed over with his slender and cold fingers.

   didn't speak, just raised his hand slightly.

  Others will understand in seconds, and they 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 has time now, Jiang He went to Bai Po to take a photo secretly.

  Jiang He: 【[Picture]】

  Jiang He: 【,】

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

  See this line.

  Jiang Fuli stopped, and the assistant who was following him was almost startled by Jiang Fuli who stopped suddenly.

   He took several steps back, then secretly raised his head to observe secretly.

  Jiang Fuli tapped the line with his fingertips.

   After a long while, he replied to Jiang He in a leisurely manner—

  【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 Po, 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 wants to go to Ji Shaojun's new home with Ji Heng, so don't get up in a hurry, he is still lying on the bed.

  Jiang Fu’s car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street when it arrived.

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

   There was a faint, cool smell in the car.

  Bai Po wrote the music score until nine o'clock last night. 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.

  The planning was completed more than three hours later than usual.

   So much so that I didn't go to bed until after three o'clock.

   Get up at five o'clock.

  Because Zhang Shize started working at 7:30, they had to arrive earlier to start tutoring.

  Jiang Fu drove steadily after leaving 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 Po hadn't woken up yet, Jiang Fuli checked the time, it was not yet half past six, 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 sun had not even had time to show up, only a ray of breeze brushed her face.

  Bai Li's hair was still pulled up casually today, and the broken hair was blown gently 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?

  Master Jiang reached out his hand coldly, and put the strand of hair where it should be.

   It was almost half past six before he woke people up as if nothing had happened.

  Zhang Shize felt that Jiang Ge seemed to be easy to talk to today.

   Did not scold him.

  He was confused.

  At 7:20, 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 talks a lot, but he can't speak when facing Yan Lu. Yan Lu himself is also cold and glamorous. Last time Yan Lu came with his parents, they 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, have you recovered from your injury?"

  Zhang Shize was taken aback.

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

   Enlightenment.

  **

  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 3,000 yuan per flat. 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.

  Ji Shaojun’s family has two other students who are playing with Jiang He, mainly watching Jiang He play with building blocks and Rubik’s Cube with a look of 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 hall.

  The small living room was packed to the brim.

  The door opens.

  Shen Qing saw Bai Po and Jiang Fuli, she beckoned 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.

   Just happened to meet Jiang Fuli.

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

   Before Chen Ju turned his head, his hands 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 gave his hand holding the cigarette pouch a blow. 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 busy cutting fruit for the two of them. Jiang Fuli sat on the sofa with a strict eye, and beside him was Ji Heng who glanced at him from time to time.

   Both were silent.

  Bai Po sat lazily on the side doing 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 for the two of them to eat.

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

Well enough.

  He took two more and handed them to Bai Po.

   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.

   Opposite, Ji Heng glanced at it, and then slowly retracted his gaze.

  **

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

  Ji Shaojun took a painting to Bai Po and asked her to hand it over to 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. He has no time and said to come to pick it up at night.

  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 a dinner party, you can eat a little if you have time, a lot of good food】

  【It’s a pity that none of your uncle can 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 fell asleep again on the road, feeling better than before.

  Ming Dongheng was sitting cross-legged on the lawn in the garden, with his four fingers gathered in his palm, 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 still, returning to his usual coldness and rigor, "Master, Miss Bai."

   "Yes." Jiang Fuli glanced at him.

  Bai Po smiled at Ming Dongheng.

  Jiang He pulled Bai Po by the corner of his 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 hearing that Jiang Fuli had finally returned, Chen Jingyu quickly looked for him.

   There is a lady beside me.

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

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

  Yu Hongyi pursed her lips slightly, 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.

   Not long after.

  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.

   I didn't expect Jiang Fuli to come down so soon.

   "Yu Shen, it has to be you." Chen Jingyu said excitedly, he hadn't seen Jiang Fuli for three times.

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

  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.

  It is like a thick and colorful picture scroll.

  Chen Jingyu lowered his head, not daring to look: "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 know that Jiang Fuli seldom accepts anything from others, unless it is his friend or the researcher he brings.

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

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

  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 halfway 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.

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