Chapter 407 - Chapter 407: 158 counter kill_1

Chapter 407: 158 counter kill_1

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“The section you played,” Bai Lian raised her right hand, touching the strings to demonstrate a part in the middle, “it can be more explosive.”

“It’s not about the strength of the fingers, but the power of the arm and the wrist, you need to lift your arm.” Bai Lian looked up and demonstrated the section again, her fingers hooking the strings, her wrist and arm gathering strength—

“Zeng—”

The tone instantly elevated.

“The following part is in the bass, shift the focus forward, and the wrist must move too, to produce a resonant vigor.” She was originally using the guzheng for her composition, and the strings would erupt in full force once plucked.

Playing the guzheng also required strength in the wrist, arm, and waist, and Bai Lian had a natural talent for it.

It’s said that the guzheng and pipa are two formidable instruments, but mastering the rhythm required to bring out this kind of “killing aura” is the most difficult aspect to control.

Pu Xiaohan was on the side recording her explanation with a camera, and in the end, it was a complete performance.

When Jiang Fulai came to pick up Jiang He, he only heard the sound of the guzheng coming from the yard; he didn’t enter, just stood at the doorway listening quietly.

The girl’s fingers swept the strings, producing sounds that were sometimes short and sometimes exuberant, occasionally fierce as if thousands of horses were galloping.

At the end, the sound stopped abruptly.

Standing at the storage room entrance, Ji Heng and Uncle Lu hadn’t reacted yet.

Bai Lian put down the guzheng and stood up to open the door.

Jiang Fulai stood quietly at the doorway, still wearing a black coat, with only the yard light illuminating him, his light-colored pupils reflecting the light, appearing lonely and indifferent, until Bai Lian appeared in his eyes.

“Were you practicing the guzheng?”

“Yeah,” Bai Lian stepped aside to let him in, her demeanor as usual, “you got off work early today.”

He hadn’t gone to the lab the past couple of days to study with Jian Zhe, and Bai Lian thought he would be working overtime.

“I went in early today.” Jiang Fulai glanced at her before entering, and after the two went inside, Pu Xiaohan was still reviewing the video.

He casually asked Pu Xiaohan a few questions.

Uncle Lu initially wanted to smoke, but suppressed the urge when Jiang Fulai walked in. After seeing Pu Xiaohan finish recording, he took her home, declining Ji Heng’s invitation for dinner with a smile, “My wife is still at home, and it’s getting dark, she’s alone.”

Jiang Fulai stood aside coldly, taking out his smartphone to open the video app.

His phone did have the app installed, and after finding Pu Xiaohan’s page, he casually scrolled through it, seeing mostly insults directed at the vlogger, unavoidable skepticism and doubts within the online world.

Until he saw one comment—

[Out of the mountain’s hardships come the crafty folk]

To most people, Xiangcheng was just like that. Initially, Jiang Fulai’s application for scientific research in Xiangcheng hadn’t gone smoothly, until he took control of the Jiang Family’s power and allocated research funds to Xiangcheng. Only then did the CRSF Base officially settle in Xiangcheng.

Even now, there were still voices of opposition in Jiangjing.

Bai Lian moved to bring the yard’s stools back into the main house, and Jiang Fulai followed her, bringing Ji Heng’s teacup inside as well, “You don’t seem to play the guzheng much anymore.”

Except when writing songs for Yan Lu.

“I do play, but I don’t enjoy it as much.” Bai Lian was silent for a moment before speaking.

Those who used to play the guzheng with her were no longer around, and she knew that Head Ji was always looking for a suitable successor for the guzheng. If the Third Princess were still here, she would definitely be the best candidate.

Of course, now pharmacology was her real passion.

Bai Lian quietly watched as the light filtered through the dust in front of her, reaching out to grab it.

Quantum mechanics…

“Do you know there’s a type of crystal that can preserve light for an hour?” Jiang Fulai set down Ji Heng’s teacup, turning to look at her.

“An hour?” Bai Lian’s attention was piqued, the theories she had learned in modern times said that light and time were elusive.

The speed of light is too fast.

Time is only a concept.

“Yes, anything is possible if you desire it,” Jiang Fulai tilted his head, pausing to think, his expression softened, “This crystal, combined with a magnetic field, can change the speed of light’s propagation, preserving it for an hour. You can’t enter the lab now, but when you get to Jiangjing, I’ll take you to see it.”

**

Eleven o’clock at night.

Backter Street.

At the bar, Bai Lian was grading new papers, dressed in loose casual clothes, with a black pen in hand and a small desk lamp on the left side.

Xun Chun wore a tight black outfit, tossing a cocktail shaker, mixing a low-alcohol drink for Bai Lian.

Mao Kun sat next to Bai Lian, not understanding.

“Our headquarters are in the west of the city, at Xuankang Pharmacy,” Xiaoqi spoke beside her, “The first batch of medicinal farmers has already received funding, and the number of farmers growing medicinal herbs will increase. This month I’m planning to visit the four major cities and Jiangjing; their Bletilla striata and Amomum villosum are quite cheap…”