Dusk descended on the long street, which monopolized seven shades of the moonlight.
"I kept you waiting," Jiang Fulai came back to his senses. He suppressed his gaze and introduced himself to Bai Lian, "Hello, Bai Lian, I am Jiang He's brother, Jiang Fulai."
He stepped out of the car enveloped in a cold frost, his voice slightly lowered, naturally chilly.
Bai Lian looked up and inadvertently collided with a pair of light-colored eyes that reflected no light like a cold pool.
Deep and cold.
She glanced at Jiang Fulai, who wore a black shirt. His face was stunningly cold, his slightly lighter hair blending with the light.
Their first gaze, or perhaps another glance.
It was surely quiet and lonely.
Yet it felt deafening.
After a moment, Bai Lian slowly spoke, "Give me a reason not to 'shark' you."
Jiang Fulai rarely showed his true emotions in front of others, this was the first time he was caught off guard in public.
Jiang He looked up, contemptuous, "Her name is Bai Lian."
Jiang Fulai, "..."
Firstly, do you want to see what you noted down?
"Sorry," realizing what had happened, Jiang Fulai lightly chuckled, a rare smile tinged his usually indifferent and ice-cold phoenix eyes, "Jiang He is sensitive to numbers, but he never went to kindergarten, so..."
He paused, then simply assessed, "He is semi-illiterate."
Bai Lian swept a cold glance toward Jiang He.
Jiang He, who had an autism spectrum disorder and exhibited extraordinary intelligence only in numbers and geometry, "..."
Expressionless, he withdrew his gaze and fluidly covered his wristwatch.
"Is that from a fan you dismantled?" Jiang Fulai's other hand held a book, rolled up like a tube, as he squatted beside Bai Lian and casually took her electric motor, looking down with serious attention, "It's probably a capacitor issue, use a multimeter to check which wire has no resistance, and fix it."
It was a hand like an artwork, with the glossy white of jade, long joints, and lines that flowed between proportion and smoothness, exuding a faint, crisp air.
"Multimeter?" Bai Lian withdrew her death stare from Jiang He and rested her chin on her knees, tilting her head lazily, "I thought about buying one, but my grandfather wouldn't let me dismantle the house. I stole this one from his room."
There was no other emotion on her face, her black pupils reflecting the streetlight above, lazy and beautiful.
She just wanted to stealthily dismantle an electric fan.
One could imagine her cutely stealing and dismantling her family's things, and perhaps the elder would helplessly indulge her, turning a blind eye.
"I have one, I'll bring it to you in a few days," the mere thought of the scene made Jiang Fulai feel like a big cat was stretching out lazily to scratch him, "I have a physics lab. It's well-equipped for experiments, very convenient."
Jiang He rarely felt close to people, even going silent for seven days at a time.
Bai Lian was a peculiar existence to Jiang He.
Now seeing her in the flesh, he thought he might understand why Jiang He wanted to go home with her.
Bai Lian blinked.
A large lab, there must be a particle collider there...
The glances from the people around grew more intense. Jiang Fulai casually picked up Jiang He by his collar and stood up, "Get in the car first. I'll drive you home."
There were few streetlights on Purest Street.
Bai Lian had Jiang Fulai's car stop at the intersection.
"This is the book you wanted," Jiang Fulai got out of the car with her and handed her the book in his hand. In the twilight, his eyes and brows seemed to soften as if steeped in ice and snow, "Physics is not difficult, it's interesting. You can ask me if you have any questions."
"Thank you," Bai Lian took the book.
This was a book that she couldn't find anywhere.
"I should be thanking you," Jiang Fulai looked towards Jiang He and said softly, "Jiang He always thinks he's an alien, wanting to return to his own planet. You're his first human friend."
But Bai Lian simply said, "He's cute."
Jiang Fulai turned to look at her for a moment and chuckled lightly, "Yeah."
Bai Lian waved at him and left.
Jiang Fulai watched her enter a small store, with a police patrol not far away.
His slightly furrowed brow relaxed a little as he got back into the car.
"This place hasn't been demolished?" Ming Dongheng sat in the driver's seat, surprised at the sight of the low and somewhat aged buildings, "Right across from it is Backter Street, where my master is."
Backter Street was where Ming Dongheng often went, a street at the border of two countries.
He just hadn't expected that Backter Street and Purest Street were only a kilometer apart, facing each other across the river.
Jiang Fulai looked at the lone few streetlights, slowly rolling up the car window, "Let's go back."
Ming Dongheng drove the car away, and Jiang He lay by the car window, watching Bai Lian.
Jiang Fulai lightly tapped the screen of his phone by his side, his brows and eyes seeming to be coated with a faint layer of cold frost in the night. After a while, he lit up the screen to send a message—
"Go to the storeroom and find my physics notes."
**
Corner store.
Two patrol officers came to buy two bottles of water, then chatted with the store owner like old friends.
The store owner responded, bewildered.
Before leaving home today, Bai Lian had asked the store owner to help her bring some electrical wires. He handed her the wires and also gave her a lollipop, covering the QR code and refusing to let her transfer money, "Hurry home, it's already dark."
"Oh." Bai Lian put away the wires.
The patrol officers didn't find out anything and left to finish their shift. Only after they left did the neighbors dare to come over, "What have you been doing? Stealing things from across the river? Why are the police always watching you?"
"But I am a law-abiding citizen," the store owner began, feeling very wronged. He was also puzzled, "I don't think I've done anything."
Bai Lian bit her lollipop and walked down the alley with innocent eyes.
Just as she reached the entrance of the alley, she saw an elderly man waiting there.
It was Ji Heng.
Bai Lian was startled and quickened her pace.
Ji Heng, holding a flashlight, only turned it on when he saw her, illuminating the dark alley as he guided her back, "You can't rush learning, take it slow."
Purest Street had street lights, but the alleys inside did not.
Only the dim yellow lights of households were occasionally visible.
"I won't." Bai Lian took out her earphones, prepared to listen to English vocabulary, and rejected his suggestion.
Ji Heng: "…"
He saw Bai Lian staring at his flashlight again, wary, "…You can't take this apart."
Bai Lian's gaze drifted a bit, "Do I look like that kind of person?"
"But when I woke up this morning, I saw the 'corpse' of my electric fan," Ji Heng remorselessly exposed her.
"That's because you looked at the wrong time, you wouldn't believe it if you looked again in a few days," Bai Lian replied stubbornly.
**
Meanwhile.
In the only villa area of Xiangcheng, at the Ren Family.
Ren Qian habitually inquired about Wanxuan's studies and explained Jiachen's situation, "Dr. Gao hasn't responded yet, you need to strive with the school."
Ren Wanxuan nodded, usually she would have left by then.
Today, however, she hesitated.
"What's the matter?" Ren Qian asked, surprised.
"It's about... the things at my dad's house…" Wanxuan discussed Bai Lian's situation with Ren Qian.
At the end of the conversation, Ren Qian put down the document in his hand, "Changing from humanities to science?"
Wanxuan didn't really care, she just thought about how the other party only scored 85 in comprehensive science and shook her head, "A score of 85 in science, I don't know why she wants to study science, dad still wants me to teach her."
"Don't listen to him, he's been more and more confused these past two years, he doesn't understand what's important," Ren Qian's expression cooled, as he highly valued Wanxuan's academics, naturally knowing that she had scored 300 full points in the comprehensive science exam this time, "Doesn't he know how important your studies are?"
This Bai Lian, he hadn't even met her, and already had a somewhat bad impression.
Young people should be steady and reliable.
Ren Wanxuan hurriedly massaged Ren Qian's shoulders, "Don't be angry, my dad didn't mean it, you know him, he's only focused on his research, he doesn't even remember how old I am."
Over the years, the Ji Family hadn't exactly taken advantage of the Ren Family to create trouble.
Ren Qian was not particularly concerned about the Ji Family, he took a moment then advised Wanxuan, "Let it go, don't meddle in Ji Family affairs, your dad isn't thinking clearly, you need to understand what's most important, next year is the college entrance exams, don't get distracted by other things."
After Wanxuan left, the Secretary-General spoke up, "Next year's college entrance exams, it's our turn to produce the top scholar of Xiangcheng, Miss Wanxuan has a good chance."
"It's a highly competitive year, just competing with the Chen Family of Xiangcheng will be tough," Ren Qian knew a bit of the inside story, he shook his head, "Never mind the Beicheng top scholar, let's see about Xiangcheng first."
In their eyes, the maximum goal was the top scholar of Beicheng.
As for the national top scholar, no one even thought about it.
Which year's national top scholar wasn't from Jiangjing?
How could it possibly be from somewhere else?
"This is the auction list for White Tiger Auction House next week," the Secretary-General remembered the matter at hand, "This time, there's an authentic piece by Liang Zewen."
At this, Ren Qian quickly reached out his hand, "A genuine Liang Zewen?"
The Liang script is one of the most popular calligraphy styles, not only loved by the general public but also highly esteemed by major families and great literary figures, hence Ren Qian had made Wanxuan learn the Liang script from a young age.
Clearly, Wanxuan's pursuit was very successful; from a young age, she had gained much favour for her Liang script.
Authentic works by Liang Zewen were rare; the only known original work was held in a private museum of the Chen Family in Jiangjing.
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