The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 128: Bai Xiangjun, mother and daughter reunion_2

Translator: 549690339

Ren Wanxuan saw Mr. Qiu was busy with a meeting, so she took out her phone and sent a message—

[Senior brother, the teacher won’t let me participate in the Orchid Pavilion Award this year, can you help persuade him?]

The other party replied slowly: [You are too young, not yet qualified.]

[But you also participated when you were eighteen.]

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips.

Her skills were clearly on par with Qiu Boqing’s, but he was well-known within the circle for being promoted by the team because he got nominated at eighteen.

It was evident that Mr. Qiu proactively recommended Qiu Boqing to compete at the age of eighteen, but when it came to her own turn, there were continuous delays.

Wait some more, and the next chance will be in three years.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Ren Qian—

[The teacher doesn’t agree to recommend my work this year, is he really that afraid I’ll replace senior brother as the youngest nominee for the Orchid Pavilion Award?]

On Bai Lian’s side.

She cooperated with the photographer with an expressionless face.

“Classmate, could you show some expression?” the photographer, targeting Bai Lian with his camera, said somewhat in exasperation, “Just a little bit of expression! Behind you is the only ink trace left by Bai Xiangjun in Xiangcheng! How can you be so expressionless?”

Zhang Shize was standing off to the side, wishing he could step in for Bai Lian.

“Sis,” Zhang Shize also couldn’t stand it, pointing to the engraved words on the monument: “Do you see any lack of expression in these characters? This was her last battle, the words she carved on the stone with a long spear. How can you be so indifferent?!”

Bai Lian looked at Zhang Shize indifferently—

[Try raising your voice at me again?]

Zhang Shize: “…”

He silently looked at the photographer, shrugged his shoulders, as if to say there’s nothing I can do.

The assistant photographer walked over, slowly approaching Bai Lian, and softly educated her, “These are the last words she left for the Bai Family army before she died. Just imagine, it was her final battle; she ordered General Chen Ye to lead the young soldiers to retreat, leaving only the elderly elite troops to follow her to death. Just think about that feeling…”

Bai Lian turned her head to look at the huge piece of stone a few steps away.

This was the most central monument in Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

She knew this stone.

But this was also the first time Bai Lian had looked at it since coming to school, the monument taller than a person, weathered by history. The characters that the long spear had carved into the stone were deepened by people, leaving only one sentence—

“Drinking wildly as I fight my enemies, one man, one arrow daring to storm Fengdu!”

Every character was deeply embedded, the spear strokes wild and unruly, with each character dancing furiously, and at a glance all one could feel was the fierce aura rushing towards them, the heroic and wild sentiments fully displayed. Under the sunlight, it seemed as if the next moment, they could break free into the air.

Bai Lian looked at the row of characters for the first time.

The sunlight was dazzling; the girl looked sideways at the massive stone quietly, the cold gleam reflected by the sunlight making her appear excessively hazy, her graceful figure faintly visible.

She was dressed in clean, plain clothes, wearing a wood hairpin.

At this moment, it was as if she had traversed millennia, stepping through the mists of history and overcoming numerous dangers to witness this magnificent scene before her.

“Got it!” the assistant quickly looked at the photographer.

The photographer had already seized the opportunity and captured the moment, “Indeed, this is perfect, this scene is too good!”

This scene alone can be used for the promotional film, no editing needed.

“Both of you did really well,” the photographer looked repeatedly at the scene he had captured and then looked up, smiling with his eyes: “Your camera presence is just too good.”

With these two’s attributes.

They could make it big in the entertainment industry, especially this girl, the emotion in that one fleeting moment was simply incredible.

After the shoot, Bai Lian and Zhang Shize exited the school gate.

Today is Saturday, and the milk tea shop still had many customers.

The two had just come out when Yang Lin was leaving the milk tea shop, her hand almost entirely healed.

“Hi,” Zhang Shize greeted Yang Lin.

Yang Lin glanced at him but didn’t speak.

Zhang Shize was used to it.

Bai Lian withdrew her gaze from Yang Lin. The three of them walked forward together, with Zhang Shize’s home not far ahead; Bai Lian was heading to the bus station while Yang Lin went to Zhang Shize’s home’s flower shop, picked up a lily, and left money.

Yang Lin lived in a Tube Building.

She walked up the long, dark staircase, where untidy garbage was scattered about, and even in this weather, flies buzzed around.

Her family was on the fourth floor.

There were many households on each floor of the Tube Building, with over a dozen families on the fourth floor alone.

Yang Lin’s home was on the left side of the staircase. Just as she reached the fourth floor, an elderly lady from the right side opened her door and saw Yang Lin, whispering, “I just saw your dad come back.”