Chapter 43: 020 Green Tassel enters the temple hall, the true Liang style_l<div>


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    Jiang Fi returned to find that Bai Lian was still squatting at the doorway.


    She folded her umbre and looked upzily at the endless heavy rain. Her long hair was casually coiled at the back of her head with a simple wooden hairpin. The strands of hair by her forehead were dampened by the misty rain and gently fell across her pale cheeks.<div>


    Like a cat wandering in the rain, tentative, hesitant, lonely, unable to find its way home, identally intruding into an ink wash painting.


    “You walk very slowly,” Bai Lian said, looking up at him, her eyshes dark and long, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.


    Jiang Fi handed her phone back to her, took the umbre and opened it, and said indifferently, “Took a nce at one of your less intelligent ssmate’s problems.”


    “Who?” Bai Lian stood up and walked with him outside; the training sses were full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.


    There were none thatcked intelligence.


    She took her phone, the red ribbon on her right hand contrasting sharply against her wrist, fair as white jade.


    “Sits in front of you.”


    Bai Lian: “…?”


    Ning Xiao, the legend who was expected to be admitted to Jiangjing University this year, consistently ranked first or second in the whole school?


    He’s not very intelligent?


    Jiang Fi held the umbre, his fingers’ knuckles distinct. “Why did you want to show your ssmates the problems today?”<div>


    “Oh, we were grouped in fours,” Bai Lian walkednguidly, “l just copied a set for the other three teammates.’


    Jiang Fi narrowed his eyes slightly.


    As they talked, they arrived at the milk tea shop where Ming Dongheng and Jiang He were squatting at the door.


    Jiang He was still slowly turning the 7×7 Rubik’s cube; it was a spherical puzzle with twelve sides, having manyplicated speed-solving algorithms. However, Jiang Fi found them too mundane to write algorithms for him, so he had to rely on memory to restore it.


    His movements were unbearable for Jiang Fi to watch, and Jiang Fi shifted his gaze away lightly.


    Jiang He:


    He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fi.


    Then Bai Lian tugged at his cor, pinched his face: “What’s the matter?”


    Jiang He just clutched the hem of her clothes, resolved not to look at Jiang Fi.


    When Jiang Fi arrived, Ming Dongheng got up and followed him, handing him the red invitation in his hand, “Chief Chen got an invitation from the ck market. the auction starts at seven in the evening the dav after tomorrow. ”


    “You sure it’s an authentic piece from Liang Zewen’s apprentice?” Jiang Fi put the umbre aside, took the invitation, and his tone was cold and clear. “Certain, but the specific origin will only be announced at the auction.”<div>


    Jiang Fi nodded, his tall figure leaning against the corner sofa as he carelessly ced the invitation on the table, “What problems did you guys leave today?”


    Bai Lian passed the problems to him, her gazending on the familiar invitation—


    Because Zhang Shize had used it to y table tennis, it had a noticeable dent in the middle.


    She: ‘ .


    “Don’t send this answer to your ssmates,” after finishing the exnation, Jiang Fi picked up a pen and wrote down another problem, his faint tone betraying no emotion, “let them think about it on their own first.”


    When Bai Lian returned, the rain had gradually lessened.


    As usual, Ji Shaorong was waiting for her at the end of the alley.


    When she got back, the lights in Ji Hengs yard were on, and in the central hall Ji Heng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man.


    There was a beautifully wrapped gift on the table.


    It was Ren Qian!s secretary-general.


    “Miss Bai is back,” upon seeing Bai Lian, the secretary-general stood up to leave, “Then that’s settled, Mr. Ji, we will send a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow.”<div>


    Clearly he had timed his departure with Bai Lian’s return.


    After the man left, Ji Shaorong frowned, “Dad, I can talk to the Ren Family. Besides, even though Xiangcheng has bolstered its police force, it’s not necessarily able to…”


    “Don’t interfere, I’ll ask myself,” Ji Heng shook his head.


    Bai Lian sat to the side, supporting her chin with her hand, waiting for them to finish their conversation.


    Ji Heng took a drag of his cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, Bai Lian gazed intently at him: ‘


    “Ah,” Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up, heading straight outside, “I remembered I simmered some ginger soup for Alian. I’ll go check if it’s ready.”


    On the rainy Saturday, Bai Lian and Jiang He spent another day in the library.


    They both had things to do on Sunday evening.


    At six in the afternoon, when Bai Lian returned from the library, the Ren Family’s car was punctually waiting to pick her up at Purest Street intersection.


    “Miss Bai,” the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, “your grandfather and our sir have gone to the auction house. Old Ren asked me to wait here for you. Would you like to go?”


    Bai Lian looked up, her inquiryzy, “The auction house?”


    “Yes, today there’s an item being auctioned by a disciple of Liang Zewen, and your grandfather went as well..”