The staff who were playing with the machines were also extremely surprised and looked at each other.
Ren Wanxuan had already left the classroom leaving a bunch of people behind.
The only descendant of the Ren family, she is extremely willful in front of Ren Qian and will lose her temper at the slightest displeasure. Naturally, she will not restrain herself here.
"Classmate Ren?" The principal unexpectedly made Ren Wanxuan leave.
He called twice, but failed to stop Ren Wanxuan.
Instead, she walked faster and faster.
"Principal, what should we do now?" The photographer closed the front cover of the machine with some embarrassment and looked at the principal.
Chen Zhu stood up from his seat, glanced at Zhang Shize, and said coldly: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
Then he nodded to the principal, "I'll go see her."
After Chen Zhu left, the principal looked at Zhang Shize with unknown eyes, "You have such a mouth, can't you not offend her?"
"Aren't you allowed to tell the truth?" Zhang Shize touched his nose.
The conflict between Class 8 and ordinary classes is not just one day or two days.
Because of the incident with the long sword, he hasn't played ball with the squad leader of Class 8 recently.
"Okay, I'll handle this matter. You two will cooperate with the photographer." The principal finally looked at Zhang Shize, with a headache and helplessness, "It's okay, I'll go communicate with her."
The principal also knows about the conflict between Class 8 and ordinary classes.
He asked Teacher Li to lead Class 8 in the hope of resolving the conflicts between Class 8 and other classes. It had an effect, but not much.
The promotion of cultural tourism in Xiangcheng this time is very important, and Ren Wanxuan cannot be missing without anyone.
In an instant, all three people left, Zhang Shize looked at Bai Qian.
"Two classmates," the photographer said quickly to break the awkward atmosphere: "Let's go downstairs and take a picture of the school's thousand-year-old stone monument."
**
This way.
The Ren family's car was right next to the school gate. Ren Wanxuan ignored what Chen Zhu said to the principal and got in the car directly, "Go to the teacher's house."
Ren Wanxuan's teacher is Teacher Qiu, and the driver also knows it.
Teacher Qiu's family lives in the Xiangcheng city tower area, which is a bit remote, but it is a single-story building.
When she passed by, Teacher Qiu was meeting with people from the Culture and Tourism Bureau.
"This is Wan Xuan. As you all know, I accepted a student in my later years." Teacher Qiu, who was about sixty years old and had gray hair, smiled at the people from the Culture and Tourism Bureau and said, "Very talented."
The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau was transferred here, so he doesn't know much about the Ren family.
I have never heard of Ren Wanxuan, and I have never heard of Ren Wanxuan in major calligraphy competitions. I only praised her as if it were a joke.
Finally, the topic turned to Teacher Qiu's grandson, "Sure enough, heroes come from young, and so does Bo Qing. He was nominated for the Lanting Award at a young age. Are you going to compete for the Lanting Award this year?"
The Lanting Award is held every three years, and Qiu Boqing was nominated six years ago.
It was a sensation in the calligraphy world at that time.
Many people are speculating whether Qiu Boqing will participate this year.
"Look at himself." Teacher Qiu smiled, with pride evident on his face.
Ren Wanxuan looked at the topic and then turned it to Qiu Boqing after just one or two sentences.
She stood next to the teacher, lowered her head, and the smile on her lips twisted for a moment.
After everyone left, Teacher Qiu looked at Ren Wanxuan and put down the tea cup. His face was calm, but his eyes were extremely sharp: "I heard from your grandpa that your calligraphy has improved recently. Come up and write two for me to see."
The two of them came to the study room, and Ren Wanxuan was holding a langhao pen.
Pick up the pen carefully and write down the word "forever".
Her brushwork is exquisite, and it can be seen that she does have some skill, especially since she is a girl with a naturally weak wrist.
In calligraphy, she is indeed a genius.
"Teacher, can I participate in this year's Lanting Award?" Ren Wanxuan put down her pen and asked.
Teacher Qiu stared at her word "forever".
Shaking his head, "You are still too young. When my senior brother was your age, his writing skills were much more stable than yours. Just wait."
"Okay." Ren Wanxuan lowered her head, looking quite obedient.
She is modest in her behavior and dares to be willful in school.
But I didn't dare to do it with Teacher Qiu. Where the teacher couldn't see him, his eyes were a bit sinister.
Senior brother, senior brother again...
"Aren't you in school today?" Teacher Qiu reached for the copy book and asked about his family routine with a smile.
Ren Wanxuan curled her lips and told half of the story.
"Then what kind of fonts do girls learn?" Teacher Qiu was surprised. There are already more men than women in the calligraphy world, and Ren Wanxuan is one of the rare talented girls he has.
Unexpectedly, there is another one in Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
"Guange style." Ren Wanxuan said.
Guange style? As soon as Teacher Qiu heard this, he stopped asking.
Ren Wanxuan saw that Teacher Qiu had a meeting to attend, so she took out her mobile phone and sent a message——
[Brother, the teacher won’t let me participate in the Lanting Award this year. Can you help me persuade him? 】
The other party responded slowly: [You are too young and not enough.]
——[But you also participated when you were eighteen years old.]
Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips.
Her strength is clearly on par with Qiu Boqing, but Qiu Boqing is well known in the circle. Just because he was nominated at the age of eighteen, he was widely publicized by the team.
Qiu Boqing clearly could be recommended by Teacher Qiu to participate in the competition when he was eighteen years old, but when he got there, he kept putting it off.
If you wait, it will be three years later.
She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Ren Qian——
[The teacher doesn’t agree to recommend my work this year. Is he so afraid that I will replace my junior brother’s youngest Lanting Award nomination? 】
**
Bai Xian over here.
The expressionless front cooperates with the photographer.
"Classmate, can you give me a little expression?" The photographer pointed the camera at Bai Xian, a bit annoyed, "Give me a little expression! Behind you is the only pen and ink left by Bai Xiangjun in Xiangcheng! How could you be like this?
Poker face?"
Zhang Shize stood aside, eager to step up for Bai Qian.
"Sister," Zhang Shize couldn't bear it anymore. He pointed to the words carved on the stone tablet: "Don't you have any expression when you see this word? This is the word she carved on the stone with a spear during her last battle. How can you do that?
So indifferent?!"
Bai Qian looked at Zhang Shize indifferently——
【Would you like to speak louder to me again?】
Zhang Shize: "..."
He looked at the photographer silently and shrugged, meaning there was nothing I could do to help him.
The shooting assistant came over, walked slowly to Bai Zian, and whispered to her, "This is the last message she left to Bai Jiajun before she died. Just imagine, in the last battle, she asked General Chen Ye to lead the young soldiers to retreat.
, the remaining young elite team will die together with her, just think about this feeling..."
Bai Zian turned his head and looked at the stone as tall as a person a few steps away.
This is a stone standing in the center of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
She knows this stone.
But this was the first time Bai Zian saw it after coming to school. The stone was as tall as a person and had been weathered by history. The words carved by the spear on the stone were deepened by people, and only one sentence was left on it -
"Drinking wildly and fighting with the bandits, one man breaks into Fengdu with one arrow!"
Every word is penetrating into the wood, the guns are fired wildly, and the luan dances and snakes are frightened every word. At a glance, I can only feel the murderous aura rushing towards my face. The wild and heroic words of this sentence are vividly displayed. Under the reflection of the sun, it seems that the next second
Can break through the air and come out.
Bai Zian tilted his head and looked at this line of words for the first time.
The sun was dazzling, and the girl turned her head to look at the giant wet girl quietly. The cold light reflected by the sun made her whole body too hazy, and she could vaguely see the figure of Binting.
She was wearing clean plain clothes and had her hair tied up with a wooden hairpin.
At this moment, it was like traveling through thousands of years, walking through the long river and fog of history a few years ago, and overcoming many dangers to see this magnificent picture today.
"Yes!" The assistant quickly looked at the photographer.
The photographer had already seized the opportunity and captured this scene, "It's true, this scene is great!"
This scene can be used as a promotional feature film without editing at all.
"Two classmates, very good." The photographer looked at the scene he took repeatedly, then raised his head with a smile on his face: "The lens is really good."
As far as these two conditions are concerned.
People in the entertainment industry are very capable, especially this girl, the emotion she showed in that moment was simply incredible.
After filming, Bai Qian and Zhang Shize left the school.
Today is Saturday, there are still many people in the milk tea shop.
When the two of them first came out, Yang Lin was coming out of the milk tea shop, and there were almost no scars on the back of her hands.
"Hi." Zhang Shize greeted Yang Lin.
Yang Lin glanced at him but said nothing.
Zhang Shize is used to it.
Bai Qian looked back at Yang Lin, and the three of them walked forward together. Zhang Shize's house was not far ahead. Bai Qian wanted to go to the bus stop, while Yang Lin went to Zhang Shize's flower shop to pick up a lily and put it down.
money.
Yang Lin's family lives in a Tongzilou.
She walked up the long, dark stairs. Dirty garbage was placed on the stairs. Even in this weather, flies were still flying around.
Her home is on the fourth floor.
There are many households on the first floor of Tongzi Building, and there are more than a dozen households on the fourth floor.
Yang Lin's house was on the left side of the stairs. She had just reached the fourth floor when the old woman on the right side of the stairs opened the door. She saw Yang Lin and whispered: "I just saw your dad coming back."
Yang Lin nodded, her dark eyes calm.
The old man sighed, and then handed a bun to Yang Lin: "I think he didn't drink much today. Hey... it will be fine when you grow up."
Yang Lin shook her head, she didn't take the bun.
Didn't speak either.
I just took out my house key and quietly opened the door.
She was already numb after hearing this sentence. How old do you have to be before you grow up?
From the age of five, she began to look forward to growing up.
You are now eighteen years old, is that considered a grown-up?
she does not know.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard the loud sound of the TV and the small hall was filled with smoke.
A middle-aged man who hadn't showered in several days was sitting on the sofa. There were fried chicken and several cans on the table, and chicken bones were scattered around the old sofa.
You should have won money.
He glanced at Yang Lin and immediately stood up swaying. His long hair was clumps together, and he took out another handful of change: "Xiao Lin, I'm sorry, dad drank too much the past two days, you, have you eaten...
…”
Yang Lin ignored him.
Until I saw the lock of my room being picked open.
She was stunned for a moment, then rushed over and opened the door. The room was turned into a mess.
"boom--"
She closed the door of the room hard and locked the door safety.
He crawled under the bed and took out a locked iron box.
The lock is intact.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
After a long while, I took out today's salary from the middle of my schoolbag and put it neatly into the iron box.
Then he slowly tidied up his room, took out some bright lilies, put them in a plastic bottle, and placed them on the windowsill.
Yang Lin sat on the bed and looked at the lily quietly.
The slightly flared petals are as pure as snow, pure white and elegant, and are the only bright color in the whole room.
She looked at it for a while, then slowly took out the bottle of green ointment in her schoolbag and applied it to her arms, legs, waist and abdomen.
The brown paste slowly melted into the purple area.
Dull pain.
**
at the same time.
A car slowly drove into Xiangcheng.
Ji Mulan looked at the unchanged street in front of her expressionlessly, her mood waning.
"There is news that tourism is going to be developed here." The man smiled at Jim Mulan, so he came to investigate the possibility of opening a hotel here.
Hearing this, Ji Mulan sat up straight.
She looked at the man until he was always keen on information.
He said that the possibility of developing tourism in Xiangcheng reached 80%.
The largest hotel in Xiangcheng is located in the center of the city, on the 26th floor. "When will I meet your father and your daughter? We will live together in the future."
He pressed the elevator button and tilted his head to ask.
"Forget it about my dad, he will definitely not see me," Ji Mulan said lightly, mentioning Bai Qian, she paused, "She has suffered a lot in the past two years, I hope she will know how to work hard this time."
"Don't put too much pressure on the child." The elevator door opened, the man entered and pressed the floor button.
Ji Mulan's makeup is exquisite, and her every move is elegant.
Even though he is over 40 years old, he is still charming and has a high rate of turning heads along the way.
Listening to the man's words, she twitched her lips but said nothing.
His son is very outstanding and can naturally say this sentence easily. If the two of them were switched, he might not be as calm as her.
After getting out of the elevator, Ji Mulan calmly reached out and made a phone call.
**
Bai Zian is still in the library.
I was writing a biology paper when I received a call from Ji Shaojun.
Biology is much simpler than physics. Even Ji Heng was able to solve a few questions in the senior year paper.
"Aji," on the other end of the phone, Ji Shaojun had just finished teaching a child. He held his drawing board and frowned: "Your mother is back, do you know?"
"You called me yesterday." Bai Zian said.
"Yeah," Ji Shaojun nodded, "I'll go see her later and talk to her if I have anything to say."
"Oh," Bai Zian said slowly. After hanging up the phone, she leaned back on the chair and flicked Jiang He's head, "I'm going out to eat later, you go home first?"
Jiang He covered his head and looked at Bai Qian with his eyes open: "I'll wait for you."
Bai Qian: "...Okay."
She waited for Ming Dongheng to arrive from Heishui Street before setting off for Wanhe Building.
Wanhe Building.
Ji Shaojun did not go in first. He sat on the steps outside, smoking and waiting for Bai Qian.
His brows furrowed.
"Uncle." Bai Qian looked at him for a while, then stood in front of him and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you go in?"
Ji Shaojun put out his cigarette. He looked at Bai Qian and hesitated to speak.
He didn't speak, Bai Qian just stood in front of him, memorizing words and waiting for him, not in a hurry.
"I have something to tell you in advance. Please wait a moment." Ji Shaojun looked at Bai Qian for a long time, then patted his sleeves and stood up. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Your mother brought an uncle here.
."
Bai Qian was a little surprised. For about ten seconds, she understood what Ji Shaojun meant and smiled lazily: "That's great."
This is modern times, women are free to divorce and are not bound by the world.
Bai Zian is happy for her.
Ji Shaojun hesitated here for so long because he was afraid that Bai Qian would feel sad.
The father brings back his illegitimate son, and the mother is about to remarry.
He thought about Bai Zian's 10,000 reactions, but the only one he didn't expect was this reaction.
"Okay, I've really grown up," he sighed, lowered his eyes and patted Bai Qian's shoulder, "Let's go in with uncle."
In the box.
Ji Mulan was sitting next to a man.
"Relax," the man comforted Ji Mulan with a smile, "I have already found someone to make arrangements. Everything will be fine."
He followed Ji Mulan's request and found a school for her daughter.
that is……
The man was a little worried. He actually did not recommend Ji Mulan's daughter to go to that school.
International schools are full of students who have been promoted straight from childhood, and there is a lot of competition. However, Ji Mulan said that her daughter's performance in literature studies was not very satisfactory.
There is too much pressure to enter this school, the gap is too big, and it is easy to get frustrated.
Just as he was thinking about it, the waiter's voice at the door sounded, and then the door was opened.
It must be her daughter who has arrived.
Ji Mulan and the man both raised their heads and looked at the door.
**
Wait for me for a few minutes for the next chapter.