MC Bookstore Chapter 49 What's meant to happen will happen.
Chapter 49 What's meant to happen will happen.
"Lin, relax, just take a break and look at the ivy climbing the wall. We'll add a few more shots without dialogue, to use as establishing shots or your solo shots in the show."
Su Xiao spoke to Lin Hanjiang, who was sitting on a bench in the schoolyard.
At 10 a.m., the sun was blazing.
Lin Hanjiang was already sweating slightly while sitting.
He turned to the side and looked into the distance.
There, a thick, unyielding patch of ivy was spreading wildly along the red brick wall, each leaf glossy and vibrant green under the scorching sunlight.
Cameraman Lao Chen was half-squatting, the Betacam lens on his shoulder was deep and pointed at his handsome profile.
Only the small red dot flashes regularly in the captured image.
"Hanjiang! Hanjiang!"
A quick, clear female voice rang out, accompanied by obvious panting from running.
Lin Hanjiang turned around and looked behind him, where Zhang Ye's figure appeared.
She wore a light blue dress today, her cheeks flushed from running, her hair sticking to her smooth forehead with sweat, one hand holding onto a locust tree, her chest rising and falling slightly from her panting.
"Senior sister?"
Lin Hanjiang stood up and asked, "What happened? You seem so anxious."
Zhang also took a deep breath, his voice quick and crisp, like popping beans: "Quick, the teacher wants you to go to his house immediately. We have a very important guest who came specifically to see you."
Distinguished guest?
Lin Hanjiang's heart skipped a beat.
He knew there would be a constant stream of press conferences these past two days, but most of them were simply following a lead to ambush him.
He managed to bypass everyone else, knock directly on Teacher Jin's door, and even made the usually composed teacher rush to send Zhang Ye to arrest him and take him back.
Its origins and significance are probably extraordinary.
"Who is this distinguished guest?"
He instinctively pressed for an answer.
Zhang shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and lowered his voice: "I didn't see it, but I rarely see the teacher's expression when he called me. It wasn't anger, it was very serious. He told me, 'Go and call Hanjiang back, don't delay for a moment.'"
Lin Hanjiang was puzzled.
He turned to Su Xiao, his face apologetic: "Reporter Su, look at this..."
Su Xiao was an extremely astute person, and had already given Old Chen a stop gesture.
The camera's red light went out, and Old Chen straightened up and stretched his stiff shoulders.
Su Xiao smiled and walked over quickly, her voice cheerful: "I understand, I understand. A great thing is waiting for you, go on. We just need to get some more footage here. Old Chen can just shoot some establishing shots and environments to get by, that's enough for now."
Her gaze swept over Lin Hanjiang's face, her smile deepening, tinged with a mixture of amusement and envy.
"Our Lin student has truly become a treasure; even our teachers have distinguished guests who come all the way to see him. Hurry up and go; don't keep your senior waiting, that would be impolite."
Lin Hanjiang smiled, understanding what she meant.
He reached out and shook her hand, feeling her soft palm.
"I'm so sorry, Reporter Su, see you in Guangzhou."
"Alright, stop being so polite, let's go!"
Su Xiao withdrew her hand and smiled as she gave him a light push away.
Lin Hanjiang didn't linger any longer. He exchanged a glance with Zhang Ye, and the two left immediately.
I still have that 5,000 yuan in my pocket, plus the 5,000 yuan prize money from the CCTV Young Singers Competition that will be deposited into my account in a few days, that makes a total of 10,000 yuan.
That's enough for a trip to Guangzhou.
"Who is the one?"
Zhang couldn't help but ask in a low voice as he walked quickly.
"I caught a glimpse of that cup of tea; the teacher was using that Jingdezhen white porcelain cup that he usually couldn't bear to use to brew tea for his guests."
"Jingdezhen white porcelain cup..."
As Lin Hanjiang pondered this detail, his premonition grew stronger.
Teacher Jin is very tactful in her dealings with people; the choice of teaware she uses is itself a silent expression of her attitude.
"I can't guess. But it's quite a show of force."
The two walked briskly across the main campus road, which was bleached white by the scorching sun, and turned into the faculty and staff residential area, where the trees were lusher and the area was quieter.
The old-style apartment building, covered in ivy, stands quietly, and the chirping of cicadas sounds particularly loud here.
Standing in front of that familiar door, Lin Hanjiang calmed his slightly rapid breathing and heartbeat before raising his hand to knock.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet hallway.
The door opened quickly from the inside.
Professor Jin Tielin's face was revealed.
Today he was wearing a very crisp white short-sleeved shirt, with the top button fastened meticulously, and his hair was neatly combed.
Upon seeing them, a slight smile appeared on his face. He nodded gently and said in a low voice, "Come in."
Teacher's wife, Ma Qiuhua, is a vocal music teacher at the PLA Academy of Arts. She was obviously teaching or on official business today and was not at home.
The room was filled with the delightful aroma of fine jasmine tea.
The two took off their shoes, put on slippers, and filed in.
The living room curtains were half-drawn, blocking some of the intense sunlight and making the indoor light softer.
A person was sitting on the sofa where light and shadow met.
The man stood tall and straight, even in a relaxed sitting position, his back remained perfectly straight.
He wore a fine light blue shirt, crisp dark trousers, and shiny leather shoes.
With a handsome face and a high nose, he was looking towards the doorway with a gentle smile.
He was the famous tenor who praised him so highly on the judging panel of the CCTV Young Singers Competition last night, and is a national first-class actor of the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe.
Li Shuangjiang!
Lin Hanjiang had already guessed that they were here to recruit him.
Zhang Ye's eyes widened noticeably; he hadn't expected Li Shuangjiang to come in person.
Jin Tielin led them forward, a faint smile appearing on his face, his tone as formal as if introducing a junior to a peer:
"Shuangjiang, these are my two students, Zhang Ye and Lin Hanjiang."
He then turned to the two of them, his voice steady.
"This is Mr. Li Shuangjiang from the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe. You all met him last night."
"Teacher Li."
Lin Hanjiang and Zhang Ye bowed slightly at almost the same time to greet each other, their voices filled with respect.
Li Shuangjiang laughed heartily, his loud and clear laughter instantly dispelling the overly solemn atmosphere in the living room.
He stood up, took the initiative to extend his hand, first firmly shaking Lin Hanjiang's hand, and then shaking hands with Zhang Ye.
"Okay, okay. Don't be so polite, sit down and let's talk."
Li Shuangjiang said with a hearty smile.
Jin Tielin gestured for them to sit down.
The two then sat down.
We still have to listen to the teacher's rules.
"Old Jin, you've really found a gem here! Zhang Ye sings well and has already been on the Spring Festival Gala several times. This young girl is poised and confident, and she embodies the right path of our national singing style. She has a bright future ahead of her."
Li Shuangjiang then shifted his focus, pointing at Lin Hanjiang, his tone filled with even greater admiration.
"Last night, I was in the audience, and the more I listened, the more excited I became. Han Jiang, you gave me, and all of us judges, a huge surprise. No, it was a revelation!"
He smiled and continued, "After I got back, the melodies and singing style of 'The Story of Spring' and 'Entering the New Era' kept replaying in my mind all night. Excellent, truly excellent! Hanjiang, you are using your singing to chronicle our era and express your feelings about reform and opening up!"
This is a series of extremely high-level and highly specific evaluations.
The generous words from a senior like Li Shuangjiang made Lin Hanjiang's cheeks feel slightly hot.
He lowered his eyes humbly: "Teacher Li, you flatter me. I am far from good enough. It is all thanks to Teacher Jin's excellent teaching."
Li Shuangjiang waved his hand with a smile, "Hey! Humility is a virtue for young people, but excessive humility is just arrogance. Your achievements are obvious to all."
"You didn't come all this way just to praise me, did you?"