Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Ren Wanxuan held back her fear.

Walked up to the headmaster and looked over.

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

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

"How about it, student Bai wrote well, right?" The headmaster couldn't help but ask with his legs crossed, "Is this what Teacher Qiu said he was in a state of mind?"

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

Most people will look at the authentic works to guess what state the ancients were in when they wrote them.

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.

Even 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 look down on Qiu Boqing, who was nominated for the Lanting Award——

How could he admit that Bai Jian could match her?

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

"What's wrong?" The Secretary-General was with Ren Qian, "Miss, are you filming?"

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

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

She hung up the phone abruptly.

this matter……

Can't let Ren Qian know.

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

【Brother, did you tell the teacher about the Lanting Award? 】

at the same time.

enemies.

Qiu Boqing had just returned home when she received the news.

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

"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, and our Xiangcheng is not far behind, right? ?”

There are countless calligraphers all over 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 they have not been approved.

"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."

After receiving the Lanting Award, the future is bright.

The Chinese Calligraphy Association and even some families in Jiangjing will throw an olive branch. 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 Bureau of Culture and Tourism 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 work of your younger sister to enter the Lanting Award?"

"She is too fussy now, she is not 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?"

Hearing the name.

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

It would be too bullying to compare her with Ren Wanxuan, and he didn't agree with Qiu Xuezheng's statement at all.

Qiu Xuezheng shook his head. Qiu Boqing grew up with Ren Wanxuan and was also a brother and sister 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 Mr. Qiu's speech tomorrow. Are you going?"

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

"Who?" Bai Po slowly put on the earphones for himself.

Lu Xiaohan glanced at Bai Po.

Beside him, Ning Xiao said silently, "Teacher Qiu Xuezheng, a well-known calligrapher in Xiangcheng."

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

"Oh, no." Bai Ke 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 speaking, she looked at Bai Ke.

Bai Ke remained indifferent.

Lu Xiaohan was beside her, and even heard Bai Po reciting a word in a low voice.

?

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.

But the phone in his pocket rang again.

Ming Dongheng didn't 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: "The invitation from the Chinese Calligraphers Association, I hope Jiang Huang can give a picture, I brought the words, you remember to take the time to tell him."

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

The throwing position is quite smooth.

Ming Dongheng's face was dark, 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?

Inside 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 was really about to lose his temper.

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

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

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

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

It is known that Jiang He has autism.

Without doubt, "Okay."

Jiang He sitting in the back of the car: "..."

A black commercial vehicle slowly drove into the back door of No. 1 Middle School. Jiang Fuli's car was equipped by Jiangjing, but the license plate was from 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 saw Xu En staring at a place lost in thought.

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

Xu En recovered and shook his head again, "It's okay."

I'm just hesitant, that car...

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

**

School back door.

The white scorpion had already arrived.

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

She was standing on the side of the road coldly in her school uniform, her fingers holding the mobile phone were also cold and white, and 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 where he was, looked at Jiang He lying behind the chair, and smiled, as if the silent figure in the painting had come 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.

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

Jiang Fuli dealt with the affairs of Jiang's family during the day, and had to go to the research institute at night. Jiang He wanted to find Bai Chi desperately.

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

At the intersection of Qingshui Street.

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 Ke, raising his eyebrows: "Why don't you say goodbye to your brother?"

Jiang He: "...bye."

Jiang Fuli glanced at 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.

In the 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 of 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 Ke 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 puffs of smoke escaped from his mouth.

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

Bureau 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 addicted, but she didn't want him to smoke so much uncontrollably. She greeted Chen Ju, "I'm going to clean up Jiang Xiaoniao's room."

Ji Heng pointed to a room next to Bai Ke 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?"

Bureau Chen dared not bother Ji Heng to cook for him, he wanted to bring the cake maker here.

He is considering the possibility.

Ji Heng's old man's phone rang.

It's Ji Mulan.

"I've been waiting for her at the school gate, but I haven't found anyone yet, and she skipped class again?" Ji Mulan didn't say hello, her voice was very cold, as if she was angry.

Naturally speaking, it is white scorpion.

Ji Heng took the phone, walked out the door, put up the cigarette and took a puff, "She has come 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 have 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 calmly, "I want to have a drink with Xiao Chen tonight, if you want to come, you can come and have a drink together."

After 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 she tried so hard to create a chance 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.

Ji Mulan shook her head and did not show her displeasure, "It's okay, my dad said let's go back for dinner, but you're not used to where he lives, and he has a friend drinking with him tonight, so we'd better go back first."

Ji Mulan would not take Xu En to a place like Qingshui Street.

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.

The headmaster greeted him personally.

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.”

Of course, the headmaster knew 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, and I wonder if there is a chance to soar into the sky."

As he was speaking, a piece of paper fell to the ground lightly.

"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 at it casually, and saw the four words on the paper at a glance. He paused.

"Snapped--"

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