Seeing that he didn't seem to want to let it go, Zhou Zheng didn't want to be implicated nor lose this backer, so he was anxiously thinking of how to persuade him.
Nie Qixing pulled the woman in the corner over.
The woman screamed and fell on his lap. Her shoulders were shaking violently with fear and tears were hanging on her eyelashes. She looked very touching.
Nie Qixing lifted her chin roughly and admired her face from top to bottom, wishing he could examine every inch of it carefully.
The woman has delicate features and a bright and outstanding appearance...
From the appearance, she does look 60% similar to the person he is looking for. From one or two angles, she may even look 70% or 80% similar.
He stared at the woman's face, his tone still sounding so gentle: "What's your name?"
The woman held in his arms seemed to be forcing herself to remain calm. She didn't dare to look him in the eye. She bit her lip and whispered a name.
Nie Qixing didn't listen at all, as if he was just asking casually, and said domineeringly: "Don't call yourself by that name anymore."
The woman raised her head and looked at him in confusion.
Nie Qixing traced the outline of her cheek with his fingertips, as if he was looking at someone he loved deeply: "Your name is Yuan Dai."
The clear mountains are like me, the distant mountains are graceful and elegant.
Zhou Zheng saw that he didn't seem to be bothered about Qiao Nian anymore, so he stood up tactfully and said to the man on the sofa with a smile, "Mr. Qi, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
He didn't wait for Nie Qixing to answer, and left the box quickly, closing the door when he went out, leaving the two of them some space to be alone.
*
The next day.
Qiao Nian went to Tsinghua University to find Nie Mi and tried out the arrangement for him in person in the large music classroom.
The girl is still dressed simply, revealing her free and unrestrained nature. Her ten fingers pluck the strings of the guzheng, as if there is a force of war and iron horses galloping.
She played the piece of music in a magnificent way, it was perfect both in terms of guzheng technique and the rhythm of the arrangement!
After the song ended, Qiao Nian put the konghou back to its original position, stood up and walked towards the old man who was listening attentively, and asked him: "How is it? Can I use it?"
Nie Mi was mesmerized by the music and just now came out of the song. With a gleam in his eyes, he said with regret, "I heard from the principal that you will have to take a leave of absence for another half a year?"
Qiao Nian lowered her head to untie the bandage on her finger to prevent scratches, and answered him nonchalantly: "About the same. If everything goes well, the matter can be resolved in half a year. If not, I may have to take another half a year off."
She didn't want to take too long.
According to her estimate, it would be best to finish the tasks at hand within a year.
Nie Mi didn't know what she was talking about, but he probably knew it was related to her mother, so he didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and asked her, "When are you leaving?"
"Just these two days." Qiao Nian had already taken off the bandages wrapped around his fingers and threw the used thin bandages into the trash can.
Seeing her pull her cap back up to cover her eyes, Nie Mi nodded before answering her first question: "This song is fine. I've already submitted it."
"Oh, right." Nie Mi smiled and said, "Because of you, we have accepted dozens more students in traditional music this year, and we are working hard to train them. I am looking for children with potential. If I can find a few students with potential, I will train them first. In the future, it will also be good for people outside to see that our traditional konghou is no worse than the cello!"
Qiao Nian picked up her things, put her phone in her pocket, turned back and said to him, "Then I'll leave first."
(End of this chapter)