049 Ji Mulan’s desire for control, Bai Qian’s font!
"She studies literature." Ji Mulan couldn't help but think of the bad things happened before. She had wanted her to study philosophy.
Ji Mulan was born to be strong, so she naturally wanted her daughter to excel.
She has forced Bai Zian to learn everything since she was a child.
But Bai Qian seemed to be rebellious by nature, and the more he pushed her, the more he turned against her, so much so that he made a group of bad friends who did everything to eat, drink, and have fun.
Ji Mulan looked out the car window and said no more about this matter, "Her grades are really average. When you see her, please bear with her."
The man felt Ji Mulan's emotional changes.
Knowing that her child's grades should be extremely bad.
She was considerate and didn't mention it more. She just smiled reassuringly and said, "Achievements don't mean everything. Every child is different. Parents should accept all their children's achievements."
Ji Mulan smiled and said nothing.
It's not just about achievements.
She forcefully sent Bai Qian to the best science class, but he was rejected by the science class after less than a day of studying.
If you are not good at studying, what about other aspects?
She took great pains to get Master Jian's apprenticeship letter and hoped that she would practice guzheng well.
Bai Zian fell asleep during the guzheng class, and the guzheng teacher was so angry that he never came to Bai's house again.
She gave Bai Qian the best environment and hired the best tutor, but it was of no use at all. During that time, Ji Mulan also collapsed.
Ji Mulan has been outstanding since she was a child. She really can't accept that her child can be so mediocre, especially——
When Bai Qiming's two illegitimate sons are so outstanding!
"When I finish my work in Xiangcheng and take her to Jiangjing," the man closed the document and comforted Ji Mulan, "find her an international private school and everything will be fine."
After hearing this, Ji Mulan didn't answer again.
Of course, neither of them thought that Bai Qian would not agree to go to Jiangjing with them.
Let alone Ji Mulan, no man has thought about it.
They hadn't even arrived in Xiangcheng, and were already planning for Bai Zian to go to Jiangjing.
**
Bai Zian here hangs up the phone.
There was no fluctuation in the call to Ji Mulan.
In the memory of the original owner, the relationship with Ji Mulan was not very good.
"You won't be very busy later," Bai Qian glanced at Jiang Fuli and couldn't help but smile when he saw the other party giving Jiang He a cold look, "Jiang He, leave me here and let Xiao Ming pick him up later."
She asked Lu Xiaohan to take Jiang He to the milk tea shop first.
Lu Xiaohan took Jiang He in as if he was running away.
"Yes." Jiang Fuli put one hand in his pocket, his eyelashes lowered, and his face was as cold as a jade.
Bai Zian looked at him and refused to leave. She looked at him calmly with her black eyes, "Is there anything else?"
"No," Jiang Fuli said casually, "I'm a little thirsty."
ah?
Bai Qian raised the Coca-Cola given by Zhang Shize in his hand, but felt that it didn't fit with his overall aura, "This is all I have."
"That's okay," Jiang Fuli politely took the Coke from Bai Xian's hand, clamped the mouth of the bottle with his cold white middle finger and ring finger, and half-lidded his eyelashes: "Thank you."
Bai Zian watched him take the Coke and leave.
The dignified and cold Mr. Jiang was holding a bottle of Coke.
All the way to the laboratory.
Wherever he passed, most people couldn't help but take a second look at the Coke in his hand.
Only He Wen in the laboratory received less scolding than usual. When he went to help the team members report their tasks, he couldn't help but stare at the Coke on the table.
Jiang Fuli picked up his glasses and slowly put them on the bridge of his nose. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly and coldly, "You want it?"
He Wen quickly put away his gaze.
I wish I could draw the world of Chu, He and Han with Coke. Who dares to ask for Mr. Jiang’s things? He took three steps back and said, "No! Mr. Jiang, I haven’t drank Coke since I was a child!"
He Wen wanted to cry a little.
Jiang Fuli glanced at him.
Then he leaned forward slightly, casually picked up the Coke and handed it to He Wen. His fine hair fell slightly, "You want it."
This time Mr. Jiang did not ask a rhetorical question, but a declarative sentence.
"ah?"
He Wen took the Coke in a daze.
"Is there anything else?" Jiang Fuli looked away, his cold eyes scanning through the lenses.
He Wen shook his head quickly, and left the office with Coca-Cola in his arms, somewhat incomprehensibly.
Jiang Fuli then slowly turned on the computer to see the progress of the experiment.
Coke is too unhealthy.
He thought coldly.
**
The next day.
Saturday.
Bai Zian got up early in the morning and took her schoolbag to the library first, letting Jiang He and Ning Xiao Tangming look at it.
She goes to school first.
Today the school has a rehearsal of Xiangcheng’s style video.
Zhang Shize lives next to the school, and yawned as he arrived at the screen recording classroom at the same time as Bai Zian.
When they arrived, all the staff responsible for filming in the classroom were already there. In addition to Bai Qian and Zhang Shize, there were also Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu.
At this time, they were filming the big character session for Ren Wanxuan.
Xiangcheng is more famous for its ancient capital and the handwriting of Bai Xiangjun left on the city wall. Liang Ti and Gu Zheng are both very popular.
To attract investors, it is natural to show the charm of Xiangcheng. The screen recorder taught Ren Wanxuan the best angle.
Seeing Bai Qian and Zhang Shize coming in, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu were stunned.
Neither party expected that the other party was there.
When the staff saw Bai Qian, their eyes lit up.
Bai Qian was wearing an ankle-length tea-white dress today, with delicate orchids embroidered on the skirt and cuffs. Around her waist was a light green belt, tied loosely, outlining her slim figure.
Apart from this simple outfit, there are no other accessories.
The hem of the skirt swayed gently with the steps, just like the misty and rainy ink paintings of Hunan City.
"There are all handsome men and beautiful women in No. 1 Middle School," the female staff member lowered her voice, looked at the planning book, and said to the people around her: "The two coming later are even more beautiful. What kind of appearance are they going to shoot?"
"There's no specific content, just read the poem about the tower, it's mainly because it's pretty, you know."
"That's it? Isn't that just a background board?" The female staff member was surprised.
"The focus is not on the two of them. The main thing is that they are Teacher Qiu's apprentices. Let's take pictures first. They just need to be good-looking. They are like real signs."
"..."
"Classmate Bai, classmate Zhang is here. Please wait a moment and work aside for a while." The principal was watching Ren Wanxuan write. He smiled and tilted his head and said to Bai Qian and Zhang Shize, "Let them take pictures of these two students first."
over."
After saying that, he quickly turned back and stared intently at Ren Wanxuan's words.
You can study at any time and anywhere.
She nodded, found a place to take out her phone, and slowly began to recite the words.
Zhang Shize leaned aside a little bored, watching Bai Qian memorizing words again. He couldn't help but touch his nose and went to watch the filming of Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan.
Ren Wanxuan is writing Liang Ti over and over again.
The word spread about Ren Wanxuan in school is amazing.
Zhang Shize didn't know much about writing. Occasionally he would see Ren Wanxuan's writing on the blackboard and would only say, "It's so cool." Today was the first time I saw Ren Wanxuan writing big characters with a brush.
It’s still a very wild big character.
Express your personality as you wish.
He took a look and thought it was very well written.
but--
Zhang Shize put his pockets in his pocket again, lazily returned to Bai Qian and lowered his voice, "But I think your handwriting is more beautiful. Her handwriting has an indescribable feeling, and it doesn't look as comfortable as yours."
Zhang Shize was right in saying this.
Each of Bai Qian's Guan Ge characters is of the same size, and the characters are precise and elegant. Bai Qian's wrists are especially well-trained.
Even though there are strict regulations in Guange style, she still writes her own unique style.
Compared with Ren Wanxuan's Liang Ti, which is much less heated, Bai Qian's Guan Ge Ti is already very good.
For more than a month, Class 15 has been tortured by Bai Qian's fonts and suffered unspeakably.
Especially Zhang Shize.
Because after reading Bai Qian's words, most teachers started to find fault with other students.
Bai Qian scrolled through the words casually, and when he heard the words, he didn't even raise his head: "Is this the reason why you wrote the word "dog crawling"?
Zhang Shize looked up to the sky and began to wonder why he wanted to talk to Bai Jian.
He went to talk to the principal.
"Don't you think Mr. Bai can also write well?" Zhang Shize is very popular in school because he is handsome, participates in many activities, and gets along well with the principal and teachers. "Why not let Mr. Bai try it too?"
The principal stood a few steps away from Ren Wanxuan.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu heard this sentence.
Ren Wanxuan's hanging wrist paused.
Can Bai Zian write big characters?
There was a hint of inquiry on her face.
This was the first time that the principal heard someone say that Bai Qian's calligraphy was good. He looked at Zhang Shize in surprise: "Really? Why has no one said it?"
Chen Zhu raised his head and looked at Zhang Shize. He had seen Bai Qian's handwriting: "Classmate Bai writes in Guan Ge style."
Guange style?
The deep thought on Ren Wanxuan's face disappeared, and the corner of her mouth curled up. Bai Qian practiced Guange style, which was looked down upon by the calligraphy community.
Zhang Shize was still promoting Bai Pian's Guange style to the principal. He glanced at Ren Wanxuan's handwriting: "Bai's writing is much better than that of the classmates in Class 8. Principal, you can't favor one over the other."
After Ren Wanxuan finished writing a word, the photographer put her words away and took out another piece of paper to write.
I remembered that Bai Qian also said that the Bai family's Liang body was nothing more than this.
Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together.
She didn't want to talk to Zhang Shize.
After all, the other party has never learned calligraphy, so telling him is like playing the piano to an ox.
But in order to promote Bai Zian, the other party actually said that her calligraphy was not as good as Bai Zian's Guange style.
She glanced at Bai Qian and then said: "Zhang Shize, do you know that Guange style is scorned in the calligraphy world? Because Guange style has no artistry and is not worthy of being called calligraphy. You use Guange style with me like Liang
Body comparison? I’m not afraid of others making them laugh out loud.”
Zhang Shize was unhappy with Ren Wanxuan.
If Bai Qian hadn't been able to play the guzheng last time, she would have made a big fool of herself.
Today he deliberately targeted Ren Wanxuan. After hearing this, he said to Ren Wanxuan sarcastically: "Then you calligraphers should go wash your eyes. Your calligraphy is not as good as our sister Lian's Guange style."
He glanced at the big characters on the side, put his hands in his pockets, and said to Ren Wanxuan, "Trash, trash, bad, far, gone."
"You..." Ren Wanxuan was so angry that her hands were trembling, but she was restrained and could not say words like Zhang Shize's, "Principal, since he thinks that my Liang style writing is not good, then you can find someone who is good at writing!"
She was always willful, so she put down her brush with a "pop" sound, as if she was about to leave, leaving everyone behind and left the classroom.
I think Guange style is really beautiful, but many people say it has no artistic quality and there are very few good writings.