Qiao Nian watched him bend over his desk, take out the leave note, and sign it, then stood quietly by the side waiting. His languid figure looked free and casual.
There were always other people in the office besides her and Liang Conglin.
But since she came in, Liang Conglin hasn't looked at anyone else. That person was also obedient and stood obediently beside her to reduce his presence.
Liang Conglin quickly approved the new leave note and handed it to Qiao Nian, with some reluctance in his eyes: "Will you consider it again?"
Qiao Nian took the note from him and said "thank you".
Liang Conglin couldn't help but sigh again, and then he remembered something: "By the way, do you have time to represent Tsinghua University in an international music arrangement competition these days?"
"kindness?"
Qiao Nian received the leave application and was ready to leave, but he stayed after hearing what was said.
Liang Conglin said quickly, "This is a highly authoritative international competition. The music department has found suitable students for the other western instrument groups, but the traditional instrument group has not been able to select a representative... Mr. Nie means that he would rather give up the qualification to participate in this competition than discredit the traditional instruments. This is a headache for me. Now that you are back, do you have time to write an arrangement these days?"
Qiao Nian is a well-known light chaser, and everyone in Tsinghua University knows about it. Liang Conglin, as the president of the university, certainly knows it too.
So when he saw Qiao Nian, he thought of the difficult problems he had been facing recently.
Qiao Nian probably understood what he meant, so he asked him with a serious look, "Will each country choose a representative traditional musical instrument?"
Liang Conglin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled bitterly at her: "Yes. You know that the instruments represented by Western countries are originally common instruments such as violin and saxophone. There are not many students learning traditional instruments here, and even fewer people who specialize in them, and even fewer who can compose music..."
"Under this circumstance, Elder Nie thought of giving up. At least he wouldn't lose too badly then."
"After all, our ancestors' thousands of years of heritage have been defeated by musical instruments with hundreds of years of history. Old Nie is unwilling to accept this, and neither am I!"
Qiao Nian put away the note, with no extra expression on his face. He just reached out and pulled down his hoodie, then said calmly, "I have time."
"Really?" Liang Conglin was surprised and happy.
Qiao Nian nodded, very seriously: "Just write an arrangement, right?"
Liang Conglin was pleasantly surprised and excited, and his reply became full of energy: "For the music arrangement competition, just write an arrangement and hand it over to the organizer."
"OK."
Qiao Nian agreed and asked him about the deadline.
The time is neither long nor short, only five or six days.
She might be able to write a song.
Qiao Nian told Liang Conglin that she would write the music score for the traditional group. Liang Conglin was of course overjoyed and agreed immediately.
Then Qiao Nian had a detailed chat with him for a few words. Seeing that the time was almost up, she said goodbye to Liang Conglin, walked out of Tsinghua University, and prepared to go to the sanatorium where Mr. Jiang was.
Jiang Li and the others didn't know she was back yet.
As Qiao Nian walked, he touched the bottle of pills in his pocket that he brought for Mr. Jiang, and was wondering how he was going to get there.
Suddenly, a man chased her out from behind and stopped her on the side of the road outside Tsinghua University.
Qiao Nian frowned slightly and raised her eyes impatiently. When she saw the face of the person who stopped her, she was surprised for a moment, but only for a short moment.
She pretended not to see it and prepared to walk around it.
Fu Ge didn't give her a chance to get around, and opened his arms to block her way: "I think we are at least friends. Do you have to pretend you didn't see me?"
(End of this chapter)