046 You really don’t need a guzheng teacher, Wang Youfeng!
This video was sent to Ji Shaorong by Ji Heng.
Last night they had a rare dinner and discussion together as a family. Ji Shaojun knew that Bai Zian had studied guzheng at Bai's house for a year.
Now when I go back to Xiangcheng, I can't let my children learn guzheng.
Bai Qian was memorizing the words again and again, trying to listen clearly. Unexpectedly, today was only the second day.
Ji Shaorong made arrangements.
Ji Heng heard that he had found the best teacher in Xiangcheng, and specially sent the video to Ji Shaorong.
"Mr. Ji," Teacher Yue looked at Ji Shaojun steadily, "Guzheng is the collision of emotion and soul. The existence of guzheng is not to show oneself to people, nor to sensationalize. It is the cleanest and purest, with utilitarianism in mind.
Those who learn guzheng will never reach the palace. Sorry, I don’t want to hear it.”
He had no intention of listening.
He bypassed the stunned Ren Wanxuan and left.
"Teacher Yue, I respect your point of view, but I don't agree with it." Bai Zian turned around slowly.
She did not explain that she had studied guzheng for more than ten years, nor did she explain why she did not understand the guzheng faction. She only looked at him, "In the thousands of years of guzheng's development history, inheritance and promotion are the most important. But the world is diverse.
Sex, this is the charm of civilization and inheritance. While we like guzheng, we can also like many things. People need to eat. Have you put aside everything about yourself to understand them in a true sense? Why should you deny them?
"
Teacher Yue paused and looked at Bai Qian calmly: "Successful artists should marginalize themselves. Advocating art is their original intention. Life is a practice. I can tell you this, you will never succeed."
I originally came here with high expectations, but I didn't expect to leave disappointed.
He did not expect to be like Master Jian, who would receive a student who was very talented and loved him wholeheartedly and studied guzheng seriously.
He only needs the other party to have some aura and be willing to work hard.
Instead of accepting a student who is tainted with utilitarianism, loses his original intention, and has never even touched the guzheng a few times.
Since ancient times, there have been famous guzheng masters in Xiangcheng, and Teacher Yue is one of them.
Even Ren Wanxuan has heard about it.
Ren Wanxuan came over because she wanted to know which famous teacher Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei had found for Bai Qian. Knowing that it was Teacher Yue, Ren Wanxuan was not without jealousy.
But right now——
This teacher did not agree with Bai Qian like others, did not think Bai Qian played the guzheng well, and felt that she would never succeed.
The sourness that just appeared suddenly disappeared.
The admiration for Bai Qian in the school forum had accumulated in her heart for a long time, but now it finally disappeared.
She lowered her head and tightly suppressed the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but rise, "Dad, I'm here to tell you that there is a parent-teacher meeting this week. Since you have something to do, I'll leave first."
After she finished speaking, she suppressed it and then left.
"What kind of artist?" Ren Jiawei sat down with her hands folded across her chest, sneered, and couldn't help but said to Bai Xian: "This guy named Yue is just like your grandfather, useless aloofness and bad temper! Don't listen to him, you
Look at your grandpa, who engages in art and tradition every day. What is he like now? He can stand and talk without pain in his back. Don’t charge a penny for letting him perform in public!"
"Okay," Ji Shaorong looked at Ren Jiawei with a headache, "Don't say this again, or you will be sprayed to death."
Ren Jiawei disagreed, she was just a common person.
All arts are the same to her. Among the students studying art, which one doesn’t cost money?
Bai Qian's eyebrows were lowered, while he recited words and listened to Ren Jiawei's words, occasionally nodding along.
She sits obediently, and her slightly scattered hair falls softly on her eyebrows.
Quiet and serious.
Ren Wanxuan was used to being willful at home. Ren Jiawei had never seen anyone who listened to her so carefully and responded to her words. She paused for a moment before speaking, "Don't worry, I'll go to Beicheng and find a master for you."
Bai Xian put his wrist on the table and slowly crossed a word.
After thinking for a few seconds, he said to the two of them seriously: "Thank you for running for me, but I really don't need a guzheng teacher to teach me."
Her teacher has finished teaching everything she needs to teach.
The rest depends on how much she can understand personally.
"I know, I know." Ren Jiawei waved her hand casually, not sure whether she heard it or not, "Let's eat first."
**
Bai Zian returned to class after eating. Teacher Yue's words had no impact on her.
She was just thinking about the guzheng.
I took out my notebook and drew a miniature guzheng.
Bai Qian couldn't help but turn to the black cat and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows——
I wonder if Mr. Yue, when he saw Mr. Jiang’s paintings, dared to say to his face that his paintings were too rigid and craftsmanship.
"Yang Lin hasn't come back yet?" From the front, Lu Xiaohan turned his head, looked at Yang Lin's position, and frowned slightly, "What on earth did she do every time?"
"You don't know either?" Bai Qian came back to her senses. She took out a pen and looked at Lu Xiaohan.
Lu Xiaohan shrugged.
Having been in the same class for more than a year, Lu Xiaohan barely knew Yang Lin.
Yang Lin also never talks to other people and is even more introverted than Ning Xiao.
The only understanding I have is because of Bai Qian.
I probably only know that Yang Lin's family situation is not good and she has been working part-time, but I don't know much about other things.
Bai Qian opened the pen cap and glanced at Yang Lin's position.
I was thinking about asking Lu Lingxi tomorrow.
She held the pen, but she didn't write her homework immediately. Instead, she remembered something, lowered her eyes, drew a line on the blank paper, then pushed away the wet ink with her white fingertips, and quickly finished the drawing.
After taking a look, he turned on his phone, took a photo, and sent it to Jiang Fuli.
Jiang Fuli, who was checking the results, saw WeChat and clicked on it. Inside was a black and white cat——
Its whole body was lowered, lying lazily on the ground with its eyes closed and sleeping. Its tail was rolled up, and you could see the fluffy hair spread lazily.
Jiang Fuli was a little silent. He was typing "The painting is very good".
Before it was sent, the next second, Bai Zian's message was sent again.
Very good, it's the cat he drew before.
The contrast is very sharp.
Jiang Fuli looked at the typed words and deleted them one by one——
【...】
He clicked on the lazily lying black cat again.
Then I put my phone on the table and occasionally glanced at it.
"What a beautiful ink painting!" He Wen, who was handing the experiment report to Jiang Fuli, saw at a glance the cell phone that Jiang Fuli had put on the table.
Somewhat amazed.
Jiang Fuli took the experimental report with his cold white fingertips, glanced at him, and said lightly: "This is drawn with a black pen."
"Really?" He Wen took a closer look and found that it was indeed not an ink painting.
Even more amazed.
So, all the team members who came to Jiang Fuli all afternoon knew that Young Master Jiang had received an ink painting drawn with black pen.
Very nice.
Bai Qian drew a random drawing and frightened a group of science and engineering students in the laboratory.
**
After school in the evening, Bai Zian didn't go to the library and went straight to see Jiang He.
The other party sent her more than a dozen commas in one afternoon.
When Bai Qian arrived, Jiang He was holding a tablet and sending a message to someone——
[Hehe, tell the teacher, who added how many strokes to this painting? 】
Jiang He:【,】
——[It can’t be Mr. Jiang, or Mr. Ming...]
Jiang He:【,】
The other party sent a bunch of text speculations again. When Jiang He heard someone knocking on the door, he quickly threw away the tablet, got up from the ground and opened the door.
Bai Qian squatted at the door, slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jiang He.
Jiang He opened it and took a look and found a cat lying on the ground.
He blinked in surprise.
"Study hard." Bai Zian stood up.
Jiang Fuli hasn't paid much attention to the laboratory these days and won't be back until twelve o'clock in the evening.
Bai Qian remembered the app Jiang Fuli mentioned, clicked on this month's question bank, and the last chemistry question popped up.
She took a look and took a screenshot and sent it over.
Jiang He has been playing with the Rubik's Cube beside her.
Bai Qian finished a set of papers here, then promised Jiang He that she would visit him tomorrow, and went downstairs.
downstairs.
Bureau Chen and Ming Dongheng were talking.
"Wang Youfeng's leg injury indeed caused an old illness." Director Chen received the information from the black market, and then complained to Ming Dongheng: "He will not repair the door today, but will repair the floor tiles."
Chen Ju can still believe it once.
After all, Chen Beixuan really helped the old lady.
But again and again, Bureau Chen felt that this Wang Youfeng was not well-intentioned.
While the two were talking, Bai Qian came down from upstairs. Bureau Chen stood up faster than Ming Dongheng: "Miss Bai? Are you going back? I happen to have something to go to Heishui Street. Can I take you back with me?"
Ming Dongheng, who had just stood up, slowly stared at Director Chen.
His eyes were very cold.
Bai Qian knew that Bureau Chen often went to Heishui Street. She raised her eyes lightly and nodded politely to Bureau Chen: "Thank you."
Director Chen was overjoyed, and even Ming Dongheng, who was staring at him, didn't care anymore: "Miss Bai, my car is outside!"
"Mr. Ming," Director Chen took the key, "Then I will take Miss Bai away first."
The two left.
Ming Dongheng stood outside the big iron gate, watching Director Chen's car drive away. Bai Qian would rather take the bus than let him pick it up. Ming Dongheng thought for half an hour, but he didn't expect to understand——
Why?
**
Qingshui Street.
Bai Qian asked Bureau Chen to stop the car at the intersection of Qingshui Street.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw an old man holding on to the wall, squinting his eyes and taking out his mobile phone as if he was about to make a call.
Recognizing that this was the old man who fell on the roadside last time, Bai Qian put his schoolbag on his back, put away his mobile phone, and supported the man: "Where do you live?"
It's getting a little dark.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with cloudy eyes. She had a cold white face and clear eyebrows. She was neatly dressed in the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, clean and tidy.
"Little girl," she recognized Bai Qian and smiled instantly: "It's you."
"Do you live nearby?" Bai Qian supported her easily and tilted his head slightly: "I'll take you back."
"As people get older, they have some minor problems with their legs and feet." The old man hesitated, "Would it trouble you? I'm calling my grandson to pick me up."
"fine."
Knowing that the old lady was in a nearby alley, Bai Qian supported her and walked forward slowly.
Director Chen slowly drove the car to Heishui Street. He saw Bai Jian supporting an old man in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but sigh, Miss Bai is such a good student.
only……
Director Chen looked at the rearview mirror. Does the old man look familiar?
Before he could think of anything, in the rearview mirror, the two of them turned a corner and no one could be seen.
In less than ten minutes of walking, Bai Qian learned that the old man was Grandma Wang, and that her ancestors had lived in Qingshui Street for generations.
"Ah, look," Grandma Wang was wearing a loose camouflage uniform and she was even thinner. She pointed to the small yard in front and said with a smile, "That's my house. Come on, you go in and have a glass of water."
She patted the back of Bai Qian's hand.
As soon as the two arrived at the gate, people in the yard heard a voice. He was in his thirties or forties, with a slight stubble on his face. He was shirtless, revealing the cyan white tiger tattoos on his chest and shoulders.
Holding a shovel in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth, he opened the half-open door: "Godmother, I told you to go get it..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the girl supporting Grandma Wang and stopped mid-sentence.