When Jiang Li left Taiqi's office building, it was already getting late. She gave Jiang Shixu a few more instructions before pulling out a stack of documents from her bag.
Jiang Shixu curiously took them.
"What are these?"
"Aren't you performing a trio on the night of the 28th?" Jiang Li said. "I've told you before, I've arranged your trio. Here are the songs you'll be singing; you should prepare."
Jiang Shixu was astonished.
Since when did Jiang Li know about these things?
He opened the file. The first page listed the song's title—"Nirvana."
Such a vibrant name.
Following were the lyrics and a simple score. After just a few pages, he was so dazzled that his eyes widened.
The lyrics were well-written, subtle yet forceful, using the metaphor of a phoenix's nirvana to depict a young boy's path to growth.
What amazed him even more was the arrangement: it was a soft blend of ethnic music, even including suona.
Yet it didn't seem out of place at all.
