This cultural tourism planning in Xiangcheng has been taken seriously by everyone from top to bottom.
From Ren Qian and the others down to the children, they all work together to maintain the civilized appearance of Xiangcheng.
Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has been passed down for many years from ancient times to the present. The fast stone in the middle of the campus is the biggest highlight. When the Bureau of Culture and Tourism issued this order to No. 1 Middle School, the principal was in 100% fighting spirit.
He even persuaded Lu Lingxi with emotion and reason to sacrifice Bai Qian.
Now that Ren Wanxuan unilaterally said that she did not want to be recorded, the principal was indeed panicked.
For him, Lu Lingxi was too serious about apologizing.
"The beam body is the most important." The principal has a very good impression of Bai Xuan. She studies hard wherever she goes. Others don't know, but the principal knows very well that her physics scores have attracted Jiang Jing's attention. "But in our school, Ren Wanxuan also studies well."
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Xiangcheng has a rich history and culture, especially the Bai family.
The most glorious stroke of Dayong Dynasty is like a bright firework.
Gorgeous and short-lived.
It is only open in Xiangcheng.
Since the stone standing in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is a beam body, what the video culture presents must be a beam body.
Not to mention……
That Mr. Chen also valued Liang Ti.
So this candidate really has to be Ren Wanxuan.
The Ren family clings to the principal's fate.
"Oh," Bai Zian's eyes did not fall on the two of them, and his dark eyes seemed to be fixed on a certain point in the void: "In this case, I can try it."
"What are you trying," Lu Lingxi said subconsciously, "You and Zhang Shize don't have to worry about this..."
Halfway through, Lu Lingxi suddenly realized what Bai Qian was talking about.
She looked at Bai Qian carefully. The girl's snow-white shirt was buttoned up rigorously from bottom to top. The cuffs and collar were embroidered with green bamboo. Her black pupils reflected the tiny sunlight outside the window.
Quiet and calm.
"You can also lift your body?"
"Yes." Bai Zian nodded.
Lu Lingxi knows the basic skills of Baiqian Guange style. Although Guange style is good, it is very limited by the development of other fonts.
But she has never been a teacher who attacks students and will never deny students opportunities.
"Then let Mr. Bai give it a try?" Lu Lingxi suggested to the principal.
Calligraphy is not something that anyone can learn in one go. It not only requires training from an early age, but also requires extremely strong wrist strength. As far as the principal knows, calligraphers suffer as much when practicing Xuan Wan as they do in Shaolin Temple.
Therefore, few can persist in practicing.
This time when I got the promotional video, I didn’t just need words written by random people. What was needed was words that could be put on the stage.
Ren Wanxuan had been practicing well in the whole school, but telling Bai Qian so directly would have greatly affected her confidence.
The principal stared at Bai Qian for a while before he said, "Write a few words first and let me take a look."
He didn't prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so he just found a piece of white paper in the office and a black pen on Lu Lingxi's desk, handed it to Bai Qian and asked her to write.
Bai Zian is not limited to pen and paper, nor is he limited to the environment.
She put her coat aside, spread a blank A4 paper on the table, held a black pen with her long and strong fingers, and wrote four words on the paper.
Next to him, the principal and Lu Lingxi were still arguing about the possibility of asking Zhang Shize to apologize.
Bai Qian put down the pen, picked up the school uniform, raised his eyes to look at Lu Lingxi and the principal, and said politely: "Teacher, I've finished writing."
"So fast?" The principal was a little surprised. After all, he was used to seeing Ren Wanxuan write.
It takes a long time to prepare, and you are very particular when writing. If you don't write well, you will have to overturn it and start over again.
Bai Zian, it hasn’t lasted more than a minute from beginning to end, right?
Lu Lingxi glanced at the principal, and then said gently to Bai Xian: "Okay, you go back and do your homework first."
After Bai Pian left, the principal continued: "Leaving aside the incident with the long sword, it is normal for Zhang Shize to apologize for this incident. There is no one in this world who does not have both sides."
As for the words written by Bai Zian, the principal did not read them.
The main reason is that I don’t think Bai Zian can write Liang Ti.
"Why did you put aside the long sword?" Lu Lingxi sneered, "I haven't caused any trouble to them yet, so you should put it aside first."
She turned around and returned to her seat.
Seeing the paper that Bai Qian had placed casually on the desk, she picked it up and looked at it.
"No, why are you so small..." The principal still wanted to persuade.
After talking for a long time, he found that Lu Lingxi ignored him. When he turned around, he found that Lu Lingxi was holding a piece of paper and looking at it, and he was lost in thought.
The principal walked over and took a look. When he saw it, his helpless and troubled face was instantly stunned.
There were only four words written on the paper——
【蔹MAN帝家】
It was the sentence she used to introduce herself for the first time.
Even if he uses an ordinary black pen, each word is penetrating deeply into the wood, penetrating the back of the paper, and filled with vitality as it spins forward and backward. The muscles and bones of each word are fully visible, and you can feel the momentum of thousands of horses galloping through the paper.
What kind of experience does it take to write such a majestic meaning?
Director Chen was not very satisfied with Ren Wanxuan's calligraphy when he came last time.
The principal at that time still didn't understand, but now he finally understood why Director Chen didn't like Ren Wanxuan's words at that time.
Because I've seen better ones.
Ren Wanxuan's character does lack some real experience.
"Teacher Lu," the principal took out the paper in Lu Lingxi's hand and murmured, "I think you are right. This apology is not necessarily necessary. I will contact the photographer right away."
After saying that, the principal stuffed the paper into his pocket and left in a hurry.
Lu Lingxi from behind: "..."
??
No, has she finished reading?
**
The last session of the afternoon.
Class meeting.
Lu Lingxi walked to the class with the lesson plan and notebook, and focused on Bai Zian. She had already put on her school uniform and was still working on the test paper with her head down. She was like a quiet and beautiful cat, with a mysterious aura all over her body.
He is also like a prisoner struggling to break out of the fog and difficulties.
Lu Lingxi could see almost everyone in the class, and the only one she couldn't see through was Bai Qian.
She is diligent and studious, more diligent than anyone in the class, but sometimes she seems to be outside the world, quietly observing everything with the eyes of a bystander.
"The monthly exams are coming again next week," Lu Lingxi put her notebook on the table, ignoring the wails of some students, "the semester is about to pass halfway, it's time to work hard... I'm talking about you, Zhang Shize!
"
Zhang Shize didn't expect that he could be called upon by Lu Lingxi with his face buried under the desk.
Just nod gloomily.
After the class meeting as usual, Lu Lingxi called Bai Qian out again.
Tell her to go filming at noon tomorrow.
After hearing this, Bai Zian nodded slightly, meaning that as long as he could write Liang Ti, it would be fine, and he was not a designated candidate.
She returned to her seat, and Zhang Shize was still talking to the person across the aisle with his head stretched out, "My parents don't have high expectations for me, and I'm not smart either. I don't have any big ideals. I think this is good..."
Zhang Shize's life creed is that he will give up whatever is in his way.
He has no big ideals and is not even sure what he wants to do in the future.
Halfway through, he saw Bai Qian and couldn't help but touch his nose, "Do you think I'm worthless?"
Bai Zian picked up the pen and glanced at him, "Why do you think so? There are many kinds of life, just choose the one you like, and... you are also very powerful."
Most people feel guilty and reflective about their own relaxation and entertainment.
I feel like my time is wasted.
But not everything needs meaning. Zhang Shize does this very well, it is just pure happiness.
"Really?" Zhang Shize crossed his legs, grinned, and then lowered his voice and said to Bai Qian: "What I want is to work as an extra in a crew with Yan Lu after graduation."
Bai Qian searched for a long time in his memory before he found the meaning of extra performance.
As expected of Zhang Shize, his biggest dream is to act in a group.
6.
You should be a director after all.
**
School is over in the afternoon.
Bai Zian received the news from Mao Kun.
The logo of Ouchi Guyuan Ointment has come out. There are too few people using traditional Chinese medicine now. As soon as this medicine appeared in the fighting arena, it became popular in the entire Blackwater Street and became homeless among a group of mercenaries.
White vest: [Sister, there is a Western doctor who wants to see you]
White vest: [He is a crooked nut!]
White vest: [He is very curious about Chinese medicine!]
Bai Qian didn't care about this at first, but when she heard that the other party was curious about Chinese medicine, she raised an eyebrow.
While packing my things, I went back to Mao Kun.
Bai Qian:【1】
White vest:【Received!】
White vest:【Do you have ins?】
Bai Zian hadn't heard of it, so he didn't reply.
Two seconds later, the white vest said: [ok, got it.]
Five minutes later, Bai Zian received a friend request on WeChat. She clicked on it and took a look. The person's profile picture was that of an old man with white hair and blue eyes.
add friend.
lance:【your plaster is amazing!】
Bai Qian has memorized a lot of English words in the past month or so. She can understand them and communicate with others simply in English.
Bai Qian:【Thank you】
The two chatted for a few words. The other party spoke English and she typed Chinese characters. She could understand what the other party said.
What she said was never understood by the other party and they had to find someone to translate. Lance could tell from her reaction speed that she knew English.
Lance started to ask: [can you speak english?]
Bai Qian:【No】
Bai Zian closed the phone, but his face was very calm.
She does know some foreign languages because she needs to understand other languages and study their things, but when typing and speaking she only speaks Chinese.
you do not understand?
Then it has nothing to do with her.
Yang Lin is feeling much better today, and the bruises on her arms have disappeared. She goes to a milk tea shop with Bai Zian.
She worked part-time.
Jiang He was waiting for Bai Qian at the entrance of the milk tea shop.
Ming Dongheng did not accompany Jiang He. It was Bureau Chen who accompanied Jiang He and Bai Qian.
"Ms. Bai." Director Chen was on the phone. When he saw Bai Qian, he said something there and put down the phone, still looking sad.
Jiang He stood up, walked to Bai Qian, and grabbed the corner of her clothes.
Bai Qian didn't want to talk to Director Chen anymore, but remembering that the other party gave Ji Heng tobacco yesterday, she put down her schoolbag and asked lazily: "Did something happen?"
"Well," Director Chen was not on guard against Bai Qian and just complained to her: "I am not engaged in cultural tourism in Xiangcheng. Many cultural relics need to be repaired. Yesterday there was a quarrel between migrant workers and the police, and the matter was very popular on the Internet..."
Some media are fermented.
This incident had a very bad impact on Xiangcheng.
On the one hand, they say that poor people come from poor places, and on the other hand, they say that the local police department is corrupt.
The matter itself is overly sensitive.
Director Chen was wondering whether to completely block the news and prevent reporters from covering it.
Of course, he just wanted to find someone to complain about now, and he didn't expect Bai Zian to give him advice.
Bai Qian walked to the library and listened quietly. After listening, she looked at Bureau Chen: "It's best not to get stuck on this matter."
"ah?"
Director Chen looked at Bai Qian in surprise.
Bai Qian was looking at him unhappily for a moment, his almond-shaped eyes filled with fog, "It's better to block than to open up. As a manager, what you want is not to block Yuyou's mouth. For ordinary people, survival is the foundation, so be open and open."
investigation……"
She methodically reported to Bureau Chen.
Finally, he stretched out a cold white finger and tapped Chen Ju's heart. He tilted his head lazily and smiled: "There is no fixed law. What you represent is authority and credibility. Don't let yourself lose it."
The right to speak."
Director Chen rarely talks about this kind of thing with others.
Ming Dongheng didn't understand, and Jiang Fuli didn't have time to tell him...
He never expected to hear this from a senior high school student.
It's like the fog has been broken.
"I understand," Director Chen straightened his expression, looking at Bai Jian with a hint of respect, "Thank you, Miss Bai!"
This "Ms. Bai" is more respectful than any previous words.
The library is one stop away from the school, so Bai Zian walked there because he wanted to talk to Director Chen.
The two of them talked a lot in sporadically.
When they arrived at the Xiangcheng Library, Bureau Chen respectfully watched Bai Xian enter. This was the first time Bureau Chen had chatted with Bai Xian, but he was filled with horror.
Many of the strategies she talked about were inspiring.
If Bai Zian wasn't really a senior in high school, he couldn't help but wonder, had the other party ever been an official?
Otherwise, where did you learn the art of strategizing?
After Bai Zian entered the library, he took out his mobile phone and called his subordinates: "Have you found any good tobacco for me? You have to be quick!"
Finished the order.
Director Chen opened the dialog box with Ming Dongheng again.
He vaguely seemed to see a broad road opening in front of him.
Chen Yongkun: [Mr. Ming, what does Miss Bai like to eat?]
Chen Yongkun: [What are your daily hobbies?]
Chen Yongkun: [Besides guzheng, what else does she like to do?]
Ming Dongheng only sent two words: [Want to die?]
Bureau Chen, who was still typing furiously: "..."
Damn it, this guy isn't sharp when he should be!
When you shouldn't be sharp, you're like a dog!
Impressed.
Forget it, he'd better put more effort into Mr. Ji first.
Of course, Director Chen will not know——
Bai Qian's teacher is Liang Zewen, who is the emperor's master and the first minister in the history. He teaches the emperor's art and practices the way of the world.
One of the students he taught became emperor, how could the other one be worse?