135 A slap in the face, the second one is Bai Qian
Ji Mulan subconsciously remembered that Ji Heng also went fishing in the afternoon.
There is a hanging fish next to me, it seems...
Ji Heng called him Xiao Chen?
It was too chaotic at the time, and Ji Mulan didn't hear much clearly. Then she laughed at herself, wondering what she was thinking.
How can we connect the Mr. Chen that Miss Xu and the others are talking about with those evil-doing people?
She and Xu En knew Xu Yajun.
But Ren Qian and Chen Gang didn't know. They looked at each other and were shocked. This girl actually knew the whereabouts of Master Chen?
"Do you want to invite him to dinner?" Xu Yajun looked at Xu En and pondered for a moment, thinking that she would come back after winning the Lanting Award. "I'll ask him for you another day."
"That's the best!" Xu En's eyes lit up.
It was difficult for him to meet Mr. Chen, but not Xu Yajun.
Opposite, Ren Qian and Chen Gang looked at each other in confusion. Xu Yajun's tone should be familiar to Mr. Chen, and he had a new understanding of her identity.
Xu Yajun was not interested in other people, so she finished her meal early and went back to rest.
After she went out, Ren Qian toasted Xu En with a glass of wine: "The lady just now was..."
"Her?" Xu En didn't hide it. He came to Xiangcheng for the first time, and he also wanted to take the opportunity to build momentum for himself, "My old classmate's daughter, the student of President Xue of the Zhongshu Association, Miss Xu Yaen, you may not know her in Xiangcheng.
I’ve heard of her, she’s very famous in Jiang Jingdu. You know this Lanting Award, she is definitely the first prize winner.”
The Chinese Calligraphers Association, President Xue, Ren Qian and Chen Gang may not be clear.
But Ren Qian has heard of the Lanting Award.
Ren Wanxuan also wanted to apply for the Lanting Award this year, but was rejected by Qiu Xuezheng, but Miss Xu actually went there for the first prize.
The two of them had a quarrel in their hearts.
**
Ji Heng's side.
Director Chen and Xiao Mao both stayed to eat.
He cooked by himself in the evening and made fish head with chopped pepper, cooked fish with pickled vegetables, and kneaded fish balls to make fish ball soup.
The craftsmanship is not very good, but it is very homely.
Bureau Chen took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments——
[Thank you, Uncle Ji, it’s so delicious [picture]]
Jiang He shows a little bit in the picture.
He rarely posts to WeChat Moments, and most people like him.
Director Chen was just about to put away his phone when suddenly, a message popped up in his circle of friends——
[Master Jiang gives you a like]
Bureau Chen seemed to have seen his bleak life for a moment. He looked at the praise with trepidation, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Had he provoked him recently?
This matter is not over yet.
Then Jiang Xijue and Ming Dongheng both gave him likes.
Chi Yundai commented: [This is obviously not as good as what I did. Why don’t you post what I did and why so many people like it? 】
Ming Dongheng replied to Chi Yundai: [(smile)]
Chi Yundai replied to Ming Dongheng:【???】
After eating, Bai Qian went to wash the dishes. Director Chen and Mao Kun both stood up and grabbed the bowl from Bai Qian's hand.
Ji Heng was filling himself with tobacco leisurely. When he saw Bureau Chen standing up, he couldn't help but smile and knocked on the pipe: "You let her wash it. She didn't help me cook just now."
At home, Ji Heng cooks and Bai Qian washes the dishes, as is natural.
How dare Director Chen do that?
Not to mention Director Chen, Mao Kun felt very scared. His sister was washing the dishes?
Will the bowl be there tomorrow?
He reached out and grabbed the bowl from Director Chen's hand, and said with a smile: "No, I'll do it, I'll do it, I like washing dishes the most!"
Mao Kun was very strong, but Bureau Chen refused to overtake him, "I'll help you clean the dishes!"
Having lost the opportunity to show off, Director Chen followed Mao Kun. Halfway there, he suddenly felt that Mao Kun's yellow hair looked very familiar.
Jiang He sat aside and watched speechlessly as the two people crowded into the kitchen.
Ji Heng's courtyard has been very lively recently. He is watching Jiang He work on the Rubik's Cube.
Seeing Bai Zian come out light, he said again: "How can you let the guests wash the dishes?"
"I would like to take a shower." Bai Qian sat down lazily.
But she almost cried when she saw Director Chen and Mao Kun.
"Did you block your mother today?" Ji Heng thought of this and asked Jiang He to go further away, and then lit a cigarette.
Bai Zian took out his mobile phone and put in his earphones, "Yeah."
Ji Heng sighed. He knew what was wrong with Ji Mulan. He took a puff of cigarette and said for a long time: "Come back, she is your mother. When I am no longer here, she will be your only relative..."
He didn't want Bai Zian to be without a friend in the future.
"Grandpa," Bai Qian stood up suddenly, interrupting Ji Heng, "I'm going to Jiangjing in two days."
Ji Heng was stunned. He raised his head with the cigarette rod in hand: "...Jiang Jing? With your mother?"
Bai Xian raised an eyebrow.
"No," she looked at Ji Heng and replied leisurely, "the teacher asked me to participate in a competition and take two days off."
"Oh." Ji Heng lowered his head and continued to smoke.
At this moment, he didn't say anything more to Ji Mulan.
**
Qiu Xuezheng asked for leave from Bai Qian.
There is no airport in Xiangcheng, so she has to take a twelve-hour train ride to Beicheng. Qiu Xuezheng is not qualified to accompany her, and Bai Qian and Qiu Boqing are going to Beicheng to meet with people from the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.
Vice President Qian of the Beicheng Calligraphy Association led them to set off.
Monday morning.
Bai Zian took a simple backpack and just arrived at the bus stop.
She saw Jiang He lying on the car window opposite, waving to her.
She walked over in surprise.
In the back seat, Jiang Fuli lowered the window. He was wearing soft white home clothes, which softened the cold air all over his body. His wrists were casually resting on his knees, and he was half-leaning on the back of the chair.
He seemed a little busy, talking to someone on the phone. When he heard Jiang He's movements, he looked out the window and made a move towards Bai Xian.
Bai Qian got into the car and sat in the back seat with Jiang He.
"We are also going back to Jiangjing," Jiang He leaned next to her and looked out the window, not very happy: "See a doctor."
He thought he could avoid it in Xiangcheng this year.
Not only did he not escape, he also arrived several days in advance.
Bai Qian nodded and rubbed Jiang He's head: "Don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment."
Then he took out his mobile phone, found a number, sent a message, and reported it to the person in charge of the matter——
[Vice-President Qian, I will go to Jiangjing by myself and meet you when I arrive in Jiangjing.]
Vice President Qian must be very busy, so he didn’t reply.
Jiang Fuli's car did not go to Beicheng, but to Danping City next door. Danping City is slightly more developed than Xiangcheng. There are no mountains, it is all plains, and the road is flat.
The car drove to a large tarmac.
As soon as he got off the bus, Bai Zian saw the legendary plane.
I didn't see the security check or ticket gate.
Bai Zian has never flown on a plane, but the original person in her memory has. The scene is very different from what she saw.
The captain trotted over from afar in uniform and said respectfully: "Master Jiang, are you leaving now?"
Jiang Fuli took off his headphones, nodded slightly towards him, and said with serious eyes, "Yeah."
ah.
Bai Zian followed them onto the plane, and suddenly realized -
Yeah, private jet.
The plane was very large, and there was an entertainment room with four sofas surrounding a table in the middle. There was also a big cabbage pillow on the sofa near the window.
Jiang He sat down silently and reached out to pick him up.
Bai Zian put down her bag and sat down against the window opposite.
The plane took off and the fuselage was shaking.
This was Bai Qian's first time flying. It was rare that she didn't memorize any vocabulary words. She kept watching the plane take off in silence. The sudden feeling of overweight made her feel a little dazed.
As the plane flew higher and higher, she lazily supported her chin with her hand and pursed her lips slightly.
This was very impactful to an ancient person who had never flown on an airplane.
"It's rare that you didn't memorize the words." Jiang Fuli finished his work, bent down and gently placed a glass of lemonade in front of her, sat opposite her, and leaned against the sofa lazily.
Bai Zian retracted his gaze from the window.
He picked up the lemonade and took a sip slowly to relieve the discomfort, "I'll remember it later."
"There are still a few hours," he brought a blanket to Bai Qian, looked at her quietly with his light eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "You can sleep for a while."
**
It was already afternoon when we arrived in Jiangjing.
Jiang Fuli asked Bai Qian's hotel and asked someone to drive there.
The hotel was owned by Beicheng Bookstore, and it was right next to the China Bookstore Association. After booking the room, Jiang He didn't want to leave, so Jiang Fuli took him away with an expressionless face.
There are only so many flights from Beicheng to Jiangjing.
When Vice President Qian and a group of students arrived in Jiangjing after a long journey, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Vice President Qian flipped through the roll call roll at the airport and called everyone one by one.
Finally, the black pen was placed on the name "Bai Zian". There were a long list of awards after the other names, but there was nothing here for Bai Zian.
Only filled in the most basic information.
Vice President Qian took a pen and counted the roster, and called Qiu Xuezheng: "Today is the last flight. She hasn't arrived yet. It will be the afternoon to catch the earliest flight tomorrow, and she will miss the game."
Bai Qian was Qiu Xuezheng who jumped in and asked Vice President Qian to join this recommendation.
Qiu Xuezheng didn't say much else. He even had very little information, no resume, he was still young, and she was a girl.
Vice President Qian didn't pay much attention to her.
On the other end of the phone, Qiu Xuezheng was quite surprised, "She should be here, right? She sent me a message this afternoon. You can go to the hotel to confirm later."
"Okay, I'll go to the hotel and ask." Vice President Qian responded casually.
As long as Bai Zian is safe, it doesn't make much difference to him whether he arrives or not.
After arriving at the hotel, he arranged the accommodation for the contestants and confirmed Bai Zian's whereabouts with the hotel staff.
I learned that Bai Zian would arrive in the afternoon.
Vice President Qian was a little surprised. Bai Qian only set out in the morning. It takes a while to get from Xiangcheng to Beicheng, and it takes five hours to fly from Beicheng to Jiangjing. She arrived so fast?
Did you set off yesterday?
However, Vice President Qian didn't spend any more time with Bai Qian. After sending a message to Qiu Xuezheng, he went back to rest.
There will be a tough battle tomorrow.
**
The next day.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
Vice President Qian will send a group message to all the contestants to meet downstairs.
The hotel is close to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, and most people who come to participate in the competition choose to stay here.
When Bai Qian came down, many people had gathered downstairs. She sent a message to Jiang Fuli, then looked up among the crowd, and finally saw Vice President Qian on the right side of the hotel door.
Today she was wearing a white top and a horse-faced skirt embroidered with gold patterns.
Elegant and flamboyant.
Her face was cold and white, her figure was thin and tall, her black hair was pulled up casually, her head was slightly lowered, and most people passing by gradually fell silent and looked at her quietly.
Bai Zian went to Deputy Chairman Qian to sign in.
Vice President Qian looked stern and serious. He put a check mark behind Bai Qian's name and warned: "Don't run around during the whole process. Wait for me at the door after the exam."
"Okay." Bai Qian nodded slightly.
He seems quite well-behaved.
Vice President Qian's face softened slightly.
"Don't think Vice-President Qian would do this to us," a boy in a black sweater beside him whispered to Bai Xian, "He is so kind to Jian Rong."
Bai Zian glanced at him.
The boy scratched his head and blushed a little, "You must be the only girl this time. I heard about you yesterday."
He was talking.
Suddenly someone in the crowd in Beicheng said, "Jian Rong is here!"
"Finally I can see him."
"That's him!"
Not far away, Vice President Qian also looked there, his stern face immediately softened, "Jian Rong, come here quickly."
The sound can be called soft.
Bai Zian also looked over and saw two tall boys walking side by side not far away.
One was Qiu Boqing. Naturally, he saw Bai Qian standing aside, frowned and did not speak to her.
The other person is exactly what they said they were talking about.
Jian Rong was wearing a black jacket and casual pants. He walked over and greeted the vice president, "Vice president."
"Well, it will start at ten o'clock, don't be nervous," Vice President Qian looked at Jian Rong gently, "As long as you don't make mistakes, you have a great chance of winning the second prize this time, do you understand?"
Jian Rong is their biggest trump card in Beicheng this time!
This Lanting Award has an age limit, and there is a big dividing line between the first prize, the second prize, and the third prize.
The four major cities are all vying for the second prize.
The third prize has the most people, and its gold content is several levels lower than the second prize.
The vice president and the entire Beicheng Calligraphy Association have great expectations for Jian Rong to win the second prize.
As for the first prize...
The five first prizes in each session all come from the Chinese Calligraphy Association, not to mention that this year the students of several masters were released by the teachers to participate. The vice president and the others never thought that anyone could snatch the first prize from these monsters.
award.
"I will work hard." Jian Rong said seriously.
"Of course, others must work hard too." Vice President Qian looked up again, his face much colder. He glanced at the more than 20 people present and encouraged lightly: "Qiu Boqing and Xu Hao may win the third prize. As for
For everyone else, just work hard to get nominated, and the requirements for you are not high!"
A group of more than 20 people set out for the Chinese Calligraphy Association next door.
Most people were chatting around Jian Rong and messaging on WeChat. Bai Qian and the boy just now were lagging behind, and no one noticed.
"Ah, Jian Rong can actually win the second prize? Then he will definitely be admitted to the Chinese Calligraphy Association this time. I just hope I can be nominated this time," the boy next to Bai Qian lowered his voice and whispered to her, "
What about you, are you confident about seeking the nomination?"
