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Qiao Nian saw him leaning over the desk and taking out the slip to approve and sign it, so he stood quietly and waited, his unruly figure looked free and undisciplined.

Apart from her and Liang Conglin, there were always people in the office.

It's just that since she came in, Liang Conglin hadn't looked at anyone else, and that person was also obedient, and he stood by the side obediently to reduce his sense of existence.

Liang Conglin quickly finished approving the new slip and handed it to Qiao Nian, with some reluctance in his eyes: "You don't think about it anymore?"

Qiao Nian took the note from him and said 'thank you'.

Liang Conglin couldn't help sighing again, but remembered something: "By the way, do you have time to represent Tsinghua University in an international composition competition these days?"

"kindness?"

Qiao Nian was ready to leave when she got the leave slip, but she stayed behind.

Liang Conglin hurriedly said: "This is an extremely authoritative international competition. Several other western musical instrument groups in the music department have found suitable candidates, but only the traditional musical instrument group has been unable to choose a representative... Mr. Nie means that he would rather give up this competition qualifications, and don’t discredit traditional musical instruments. I’m having a headache about this, since you’re back, do you have time to write an arrangement these days?”

Qiao Nian is famous for chasing the light, everyone in Tsinghua University knows about it, and Liang Conglin, as the principal, of course knows it too.

So when he saw Qiao Nian, he thought of the difficult problem he was facing recently.

Qiao Nian probably understood what he meant, so she asked him with deep eyes: "Will every country choose a representative traditional musical instrument?"

Liang Conglin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and smiled wryly at her: "Yes. You know that the musical instruments represented by Western countries are common musical instruments such as violins and saxophones. There are not many students here who learn traditional musical instruments. There are fewer people, and those who can arrange music are even rarer..."

"Under this situation, Old Nie thought of giving up, at least he won't lose too badly when the time comes."

"After all, the inheritance of our ancestors for thousands of years lost to a musical instrument with a history of hundreds of years. Mr. Nie is not reconciled, and I am not reconciled either!"

Qiao Nian put away the leave note, without any extra expression on his face, he just stretched out his hand and pulled off his cap, and said flatly, "I have time."

"Really?" Liang Conglin was both surprised and delighted.

Qiao Nian nodded and said seriously, "Just write an arrangement, right?"

Liang Conglin was full of surprises, and his reply became full of enthusiasm: "For the composition competition, just write an arrangement and hand it over to the organizer."

"Row."

Qiao Nian agreed and asked him about the deadline.

The time is neither long nor short, there are still five or six days.

She might be able to write a tune.

Qiao Nian told Liang Conglin that she would write the score for the traditional group, Liang Conglin was of course overjoyed and agreed repeatedly.

Then Qiao Nian had a specific chat with him, and seeing that it was almost time, she bid farewell to Liang Conglin, walked out of Tsinghua University, and prepared to go to the nursing home where old man Jiang was.

Jiang Li and the others didn't know she was back.

As Qiao Nian was walking, he was touching the bottle of small pills in his pocket for Mr. Jiang, thinking about how he could get there.

Suddenly a person came out from behind her and stopped her on the side of the road outside Qingda University.

Qiao Nian frowned slightly, and raised her eyes impatiently. When she saw the face of the person blocking her, she was surprised for a moment, but only for a moment.

She pretended she didn't see it and prepared to go around.

Fu Ge didn't give her a chance to go around, he opened his arms to block the way: "I think we are at least friends, is it necessary for you to see me as if you didn't see it?"