MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 56 0 Chinese Book Association! Have a drink with Chen

  Chapter 56 056 Zhongshu Association! Have a drink with Chen

  Ren Wanxuan endured her fear.

   walked to the principal and looked over.

  The video just played to the moment when Bai Po wrote the words. Ren Wanxuan had learned the Liang style, and she could tell at a glance that the person who wrote the line was extremely delicate from the brushwork to the turning point.

  She understood the word "muscle and bone" that Qiu Xuezheng often said at almost the first glance.

   "How about it, student Bai wrote well, right?" The principal crossed his legs and couldn't help but ask, "Is this the state that Teacher Qiu said?"

  When people today write, they always learn the writing methods of the ancients.

  Most people will look at the original work to guess what state the ancients were in when they wrote it.

  The principal looked back at the moment when Bai Po wrote.

  He felt that Bai Po was in a state of epiphany at that time, and almost everyone in the audience didn't react.

   "This state is just luck." Ren Wanxuan looked at the principal, but couldn't answer. She pursed her lips and looked at the principal, and took a step back.

  She didn't believe that a white man she had never cared about would surpass her in every way.

  Forget about the training class.

  Calligraphy has always been the place she is most proud of. It has been praised by the Ren family and Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School for so long, and she doesn't even pay attention to Qiu Boqing, who was nominated for the Lanting Award—

  How could it be possible to admit that Bai Chi could match her?

   "It's just a temporary state..." She took out her mobile phone and called the Secretary-General.

   "What's the matter?" The Secretary-General was with Ren Qian, "Miss, are you shooting?"

  Ren Wanxuan heard Ren Qian's voice coming from the phone.

  She pinched the phone tightly with her fingers, lowered her eyes and said, "It's okay."

  She hung up the phone abruptly.

this matter…

   Don't let Ren Qian know.

  Holding her mobile phone, she stood there for a long while, and then sent a message to Qiu Boqing.

  【Senior brother, have you told the teacher about the Lanting Award? 】

at the same time.

   Enemies.

  When Qiu Boqing received the news, she had just returned home.

  In the hall, Qiu Xuezheng was discussing matters with the people from the Bureau of Culture and Tourism. Qiu Boqing didn't bother, just stood aside and waited for them to finish.

"Is it really impossible for Xiangcheng to apply for a calligraphy association?" The Bureau of Culture and Tourism looked at Qiu Xuezheng, a little disappointed, "So many remote places can have calligraphy associations, our Xiangcheng is not far behind, right? ?”

  There are countless calligraphers across the country.

  In addition to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, there are calligraphy associations in every small place, but there is no such thing as Xiangcheng.

  The Bureau of Culture and Tourism has applied to the higher authorities three times, but none of them passed.

   "It's still a bit short," Qiu Xuezheng sighed as he said, "Unless we win the Lanting Award, our reputation in Xiangcheng will be greatly shaken, so we have a chance."

  Won the Lanting Award, the future is bright.

  The Chinese Calligraphy Association and even some families in Jiangjing will throw olive branches. It will be much easier to apply for the Calligraphy Association for Xiangcheng.

  But whether Qiu Boqing will win the Lanting Award this year is still unknown.

   "I believe Teacher Xiao Qiu will be able to do it." The people from the Culture and Tourism Bureau looked at Qiu Boqing expectantly.

  Qiu Boqing didn't speak.

   Qiu Xuezheng just smiled, then sighed.

  After the people from the Bureau of Culture and Tourism left, Qiu Boqing looked at Qiu Xuezheng. He pursed his lips and was very puzzled: "Grandpa, why don't you recommend the works of junior sisters for the Lanting Award?"

   "She is too fussy now to be suitable." Qiu Xuezheng shook his head.

  Qiu Boqing disagreed, "You should know that girls have no advantage in natural wrist strength. She is already very good at practicing like this. Are you too strict with your junior sister?"

   "You want to say this," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Qiu Boqing indifferently, "Have you heard of Xu Yajun from Jiangjing? She was actively invited to join the Chinese Calligraphy Association at the age of 18. She is also a girl. Why is her wrist so strong?"

   One listen to the name.

  Qiu Boqing stopped talking: "How do you compare? You don't know who her teacher is?"

  Comparing her with Ren Wanxuan is too bullying, and he doesn't agree with Qiu Xuezheng's statement at all.

  Qiu Xuezheng shook his head. Qiu Boqing grew up with Ren Wanxuan, and they were brothers and sisters of the same school. Naturally, he admired the outstanding Ren Wanxuan very much.

  **

  After school in the afternoon.

  Lu Xiaohan walked on the road with Bai Po and a group of people, "I want to ask Xu Qian to see if I can get two tickets for Teacher Qiu's speech tomorrow. Are you going?"

  Zhang Shize turned the basketball indifferently, "Let me go."

   "Who?" Bai Po put on the headphones slowly.

  Lu Xiaohan glanced at Bai Po.

Beside   , Ning Xiao said silently, "Teacher Qiu Xuezheng, a famous calligrapher in Xiangcheng."

  Even Ning Xiao, a college bully who doesn't get close to strangers, knows it.

   "Oh, no." Bai Po said lazily.

"Ah," Lu Xiaohan explained to her knowing that Bai Po had just been here for more than a month, "but that's Mr. Qiu from Beicheng, a member of the Beicheng Calligraphy Association. I don't know who invited this mountain this time, and let him Back to Xiangcheng."

   After finishing speaking, she looked at Bai Po.

  Bai Po remained indifferent.

  Lu Xiaohan was beside her, and even heard Bai Po whispering a word.

  ?

  Very 6.

   All right, Lu Xiaohan looked at Yang Lin who was one step behind them, Yang Lin would definitely not go.

  Next to No. 1 Middle School.

  The black car was parked far across the road.

  Jiang He sat in the back seat, leaned his head on the window, and looked in the direction of the school gate from a distance.

  In front of him, Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly and flipped through the computer screen, with a stern face, the cold air was getting heavier and heavier, Ming Dongheng was sitting in the driver's seat, wishing to get out of the car.

  The phone in his pocket rang again.

  Ming Dongheng didn't even dare to look in the rearview mirror, so he quickly picked up the phone in his pocket, it was Jiang Xijue.

   "What are you doing?" He got out of the car carefully, lowering his voice, "I wonder if Young Master Jiang is looking at the document sent to him by the Gao family?"

   For Jiang Fuli, the Gao family is the bottom line that no one dares to touch.

  On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xijue didn't care about the treatment Ming Dongheng received, and just said: "For the invitation from the Chinese Calligraphers Association, I hope Jiang Huang can give a picture. I brought the words. Remember to take some time to tell him."

   After finishing speaking, Jiang Xijue hung up the phone regardless of Ming Dongheng's scolding.

  The pot throwing posture is quite smooth.

  Ming Dongheng had a dark face, Jiang Xijue didn't dare to say it, so he did?

  He pressed his mobile phone, crackling and complaining to the four people—

  【Is there something wrong with the Chinese Calligraphy Association? 】

  When did they see Jiang Fuli practice calligraphy and dare to come here?

  In the car, Jiang Fuli pressed his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone, and was about to make a call to Gao's family. When he raised his eyes, he saw a woman beside a white car not far away.

  In his thirties, he was wearing a beige trench coat, a purple ribbon around his neck, and high heels on his feet.

   Extremely stylish.

  Jiang Fuli looked at her face for a long while, then turned his head to look at Jiang He: "Who did your elder sister Bai say to have dinner with that night?"

  Jiang He lay on the window, ignoring him.

   "Jiang He." Jiang Fuli called him by his full name coldly.

  Usually at times like this, Jiang Fuli is really about to lose his temper.

  Jiang He was also afraid, he said silently, "Her mother."

  Jiang Fuli tapped the phone screen lightly with cold white fingers, he looked out the window, thought about it for about five seconds, and called Bai Po.

   "I'm coming out soon." Bai Po's voice was quite surprised.

  Jiang Fuli is very calm: "You go to the back door, Jiang Xiaoniao has autism, there are many people at the front door, we will wait for you at the back door."

  Jiang He is known to have autism.

   Not in doubt, "OK."

  Jiang He sitting behind the car: "..."

  The commercial vehicle of the black car slowly drove into the back door of No. 1 Middle School. Jiang Fuli's car was equipped by Jiangjing, but the license plate was a local license plate in Xiangcheng, so it was not conspicuous for daily travel.

  At the school gate, Xu En, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the white car, looked at the black car.

   I was a little stunned.

  Ji Mulan was calling Bai Po, but no one answered. She suspected that Bai Po had blocked her.

  So I talked to Xu En, but Xu En was staring at a place in a daze.

   "What's the matter?" Ji Mulan looked in the direction he was looking, but didn't see anything.

  Xu En came back to his senses and shook his head again, "It's okay."

   I just hesitated, that car...

  He had seen a similar car in Jiangjing, the entire body was bulletproof, but he had never seen the people inside. He did not expect that there was a similar car in Xiangcheng.

  **

  The back door of the school.

  Bai Po arrived early.

  It’s already autumn, and her school uniform jacket is pulled tightly. The sun is already half-set at this point, and the red glow is reflecting the afterglow.

  She was standing on the side of the road in her school uniform, cold and cold, and her fingers holding the mobile phone were also cold and white. The shadows were seen across the curtain, like a light ink painting in early autumn.

  Ming Dongheng quietly parked the car beside her.

  The rear doors open automatically.

  Bai Po stood in place, looked at Jiang He lying behind the chair, and smiled, as if the silent figure in the painting came to life.

   "Why are you so weak?" She got into the car and reached out to pinch Jiang He's face.

  Jiang He pursed his lips and raised his head.

  Jiang Fuli gave Jiang He a warning look, and tapped on the computer with his slender fingertips.

  Ming Dongheng seems to be going to the fighting arena to watch some new gods today, Jiang Fuli gave him a holiday.

  Jiang Fuli handles the affairs of the Jiang family during the day, and has to go to the research institute at night. Jiang He wants to find Bai Po.

  Ji Heng and Jiang He also know each other, and Ji Heng has no objection to going back with Bai Po now.

   Qingshui Street intersection.

  Bai Po and Jiang He got off the car.

  Jiang He turned around and was about to go to the alley, but was dragged back by the back of the neck by Bai Po, raising his eyebrows: "Why don't you say goodbye to your brother?"

  Jiang He: "...bye."

  Jiang Fuli glanced over Jiang He lightly, and then said to Bai Po: "If he has anything to do, call me."

   After all, Jiang He is not a normal child.

   After Jiang Fuli left, Bai Po led him into the alley.

  Long and winding alley, many workers are installing street lights today.

  Bai Po was a little surprised.

   But I didn't pay much attention to it. When I got to Ji Heng's yard, I found that the door in the yard was half open, and Ji Heng's slightly hearty laughter came from inside.

   "Xiao Chen, you must eat here tonight, I will cook!"

  Bai Po opened the courtyard door.

I saw Ji Heng sitting at the stone table, holding a tobacco rod in his hand, squinting his eyes, and took a deep breath of the cigarette, "Don't tell me, although this tobacco has no brand, it is more vigorous than the one I used to smoke. "

  Thin smoke came out of his mouth.

  On the stone table, there is a small bag of tobacco randomly packed in plastic bags.

   Director Chen saw Bai Po coming back from outside at a glance, and his eyes lit up, "Miss Bai is back."

  Ji Heng paused, smoking a little slower.

  Bai Po knew that Ji Heng was a big addict, but she didn't want him to smoke so much uncontrollably. She greeted Chen Ju, "I'll clean up Jiang Xiaoniao's room."

   Ji Heng pointed to a room next to Bai Po with a cigarette bag: "That's where Shao Jun lived before. I cleaned it up in the afternoon, and you can see if there is anything missing."

  When the two were talking, Director Chen didn't dare to speak.

  Until Ji Heng asked him, "Do you have any taboos when eating?"

   How dare Chen Ju bother Ji Heng to cook for him, he kind of wants to bring the cake maker here.

  He was thinking about the possibility.

  Ji Heng's phone rang.

   is Kimlan.

   "I've been waiting for her at the school gate until now but no one is found, and she skipped class again?" Ji Mulan didn't say hello, her voice was very cold, as if she was angry.

   Naturally, he was talking about the white scorpion.

  Ji Heng held the phone, walked out the door, and took a puff on his cigarette, "She's back."

"Why didn't I see her?" Ji Mulan raised her voice, and she wanted to say something else. She remembered that she had just eased up with Ji Heng, and said, "I mean, I've been waiting for her. Forget it, Xu En just bought a hotel. Celebrate tonight, you two come out first, Xu En and I will wait for you."

   "No," Ji Heng said in a calm voice, "I want to have two drinks with Chen at night, if you want to come, you can come and have a drink together."

   After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

  On the other side of the phone, Ji Mulan had a very bad expression.

  She really didn't understand, why did she do everything possible to create opportunities for Bai Po to meet Xu En?

  It’s fine if Bai Po can’t figure it out, but Ji Heng can’t figure it out?

   "What?" Xu En watched as she sat back in the car.

  Jimulan shook her head, not showing her displeasure, "It's okay, my dad told us to go back for dinner, but you're not used to where he lives, and he has a friend drinking with him tonight, so let's go back first."

  A place like Qingshui Street, Ji Mulan would not take Xu En there.

  Xu En nodded slightly, he was not in the mood to have a drink with Ji Heng and his friends.

  **

Wednesday.

   Under the attention of most of the students, Qiu Xuezheng came to give a speech in the auditorium of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

  Principal greets students in person.

   Even reporters came two.

   "Old man Qiu, sit down first." The principal brought Qiu Xuezheng to the reception room and made tea for Qiu Xuezheng himself. "Thank you for caring so much about our seniors."

  He is a positive example of the great reputation in Xiangcheng.

"Principal needless to say, I also grew up in Xiangcheng." Qiu Xuezheng is one of the few people who passed the exam in Xiangcheng. I am also very happy to do something in my hometown.”

  The headmaster naturally knows this too.

  Xiangcheng, especially the older generation, has a high affection for this place.

  The principal was sorting out a pile of things on the conference table, "There are a few top students in the school this year. I wonder if there is a chance to soar into the sky."

   While he was talking, a piece of paper fell lightly to the ground.

   "Mr. Ren said it happened." Qiu Xuezheng took the teacup and blew gently.

  Just as he was about to drink, he saw the paper floating on the ground. He glanced casually, and saw the four words on the paper at a glance, and he paused.

"Snapped-"

  He put down the teacup abruptly, reached out to pick up the paper, "Who wrote this?"

  (end of this chapter)