056 Chinese Calligraphy Association! Have a drink with Xiao Chen
Ren Wanxuan endured her fear.
He walked up to the principal and looked over.
The video just played to the moment when Bai Qian wrote the words. Ren Wanxuan had studied Liang style, and he could tell at a glance who wrote that line of words. From the strokes of the pen to the turns, the composition and layout were extremely delicate.
Almost the first time she saw it, she understood the word "bones and bones" that Qiu Xuezheng often said.
"How about it? Student Bai's writing is pretty good, right?" the principal crossed his legs and couldn't help but say, "Is this what Teacher Qiu said is in the state?"
When people today write, they always learn the writing methods of the ancients.
Most people will look at the original work to guess what state it was in when the ancients wrote it.
The principal looked back at the moment when Bai Zian wrote.
He felt that Bai Zian was in a state of enlightenment at that time, and almost everyone in the audience did not react.
"This situation is just good luck." Ren Wanxuan looked at the principal, but couldn't answer. She pursed her lips and looked at the principal, then took a step back.
She didn't believe that a person she never cared about would surpass her in every way.
Forget about training classes.
Calligraphy has always been what she is most proud of. It has been praised by the Ren family and Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School for so long that she even doesn't pay attention to Qiu Boqing, who is nominated for the Lanting Award——
How could she admit that Bai Zian could compare with her?
"It's just a temporary state..." She took out her mobile phone and called the secretary-general.
"What's wrong?" The secretary-general was with Ren Qian, "Miss, are you filming?"
Ren Wanxuan heard Ren Qian's voice coming from the other end of the phone.
She held the phone tightly with her fingers, lowered her eyes and said, "It's okay."
She hung up the phone abruptly.
this matter……
Ren Qian cannot be allowed to know.
She held her cell phone and stood there for a long time, then sent a message to Qiu Boqing.
[Brother, have you told your teacher about the Lanting Award? 】
at the same time.
Enemies.
Qiu Boqing had just returned home when he received the news.
In the hall, Qiu Xuezheng was discussing matters with people from the Culture and Tourism Bureau. Qiu Boqing did not interrupt and just stood aside and waited for them to finish.
"Is it really impossible to apply for a calligraphy association in Xiangcheng?" The Bureau of Culture and Tourism looked at Qiu Xuezheng, a little disappointed, "There are calligraphy associations in so many remote places, and we in Xiangcheng are not far behind, right?
?”
There are countless calligraphers across the country.
In addition to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, there are calligraphy associations in various small places, but not in Xiangcheng.
I have applied to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism three times but have not been approved.
"It's still a little bit behind," Qiu Xuezheng said with a sigh: "Unless we win the Lanting Award, our reputation in Xiangcheng will become famous, so we have a chance."
After winning the Lanting Award, the future is bright.
The Chinese Calligraphy Association and even some families in Jiangjing will extend their olive branches. It will be much easier to apply for the Calligraphy Association in Xiangcheng by then.
But whether Qiu Boqing can win the Lanting Award this year is still unknown.
"I believe Teacher Xiaoqiu can do it." The people from the Cultural and Tourism Bureau looked at Qiu Boqing hopefully.
Qiu Boqing said nothing.
Qiu Xuezheng just smiled and then sighed.
After the people from the Culture and Tourism Bureau left, Qiu Boqing looked at Qiu Xuezheng. He pursed his lips and was very puzzled: "Grandpa, why don't you recommend junior sister's work to be included in the Lanting Award?"
"She is too restless now and is not suitable." Qiu Xuezheng shook his head.
Qiu Boqing disagreed, "You should know that girls have no natural advantage in wrist strength. She is already very good at it. Are your requirements for junior sisters too strict?"
"You want to put it this way," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Qiu Boqing indifferently, "Have you heard of Xu Yajun from Jiangjing? She was invited to join the Chinese Calligraphy Association at the age of 18. She is also a girl. Why is she so strong?"
As soon as I heard this name.
Qiu Boqing stopped talking: "How do you want to compare? You don't know who her teacher is?"
Comparing her with Ren Wanxuan would be too bullying. He didn't agree with Qiu Xuezheng's statement at all.
Qiu Xuezheng shook his head. Qiu Boqing grew up with Ren Wanxuan, and they were brothers and sisters in the same school. Naturally, he admired the outstanding Ren Wanxuan very much.
**
School is over in the afternoon.
Lu Xiaohan was walking on the road with Bai Qian and other people, "I want to see Xu Qian to see if I can get two tickets for Teacher Qiu's lecture tomorrow. Will you guys go?"
Zhang Shize turned the basketball indifferently and said, "Let me go."
"Who?" Bai Zian slowly put on the headphones for herself.
Lu Xiaohan glanced at Bai Qian.
Beside him, Ning Xiao spoke silently, "Teacher Qiu Xuezheng, a very famous calligrapher in Xiangcheng."
Even college bullies like Ning Xiao, who avoid strangers, know this.
"Oh, I won't go." Bai Zian said lazily.
"Ah," Lu Xiaohan explained to Bai Qian when he knew that she had just been here for more than a month, "but that's Teacher Qiu from Beicheng, a member of the Beicheng Calligraphy Association. I don't know who invited this big mountain this time, but he actually asked him
Back to Xiangcheng."
After saying that, she looked at Bai Qian.
Bai Zian still looked indifferent.
Lu Xiaohan was beside her, and she even heard Bai Qian reciting a word in a low voice.
?
Very 6.
Okay, Lu Xiaohan looked at Yang Lin who was one step behind them. Yang Lin would definitely not go.
Next to No. 1 Middle School.
The black car is parked far across the road.
Jiang He sat in the back seat, leaning his head on the window, looking in the direction of the school gate from a distance.
In front of him, Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly and browsed the computer screen with a cold and stern face. The coldness was getting heavier and heavier. Ming Dongheng was sitting in the driver's seat, eager to get out of the car.
But the cell phone in his pocket rang again.
Ming Dongheng didn't dare to look in the rearview mirror and quickly picked up the cell phone in his pocket. It was Jiang Xijue.
"What are you doing?" He got out of the car carefully and lowered his voice, "Don't you know that Mr. Jiang is reading the documents sent to him by the Gao family?"
For Jiang Fuli, the Gao family was the bottom line that no one dared to touch.
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xijue didn't care about the treatment Ming Dongheng suffered, and only said: "Invitation from the Chinese Calligraphers Association, I hope that Emperor Jiang can give me a calligraphy. I brought the message. Remember to take the time to tell him."
After saying that, Jiang Xijue ignored Ming Dongheng's scolding and hung up the phone directly.
The posture of throwing the pot is quite smooth.
Ming Dongheng had a dark face, Jiang Xijue didn't dare to say anything, so he dared?
He pressed his cell phone and complained to the four people——
[Is there something wrong with the Chinese Calligraphy Association?]
When had they ever seen Jiang Fuli practicing calligraphy and dared to come here?
In the car, Jiang Fuli pressed his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone, and was about to make a call to the Gao family. He raised his eyes and saw a woman beside a white car not far away.
He is in his thirties, wearing a beige windbreaker, a purple ribbon around his neck, and high heels.
Extremely fashionable.
Jiang Fuli looked at her face for a long time, then he turned his head and looked at Jiang He: "Who did your sister Bai say you were going to have dinner with that night?"
Jiang He lay on the window and ignored him.
"Jiang He." Jiang Fuli called him by his full name coldly.
Normally at times like this, Jiang Fuli would really get angry.
Jiang He was also afraid, so he said silently, "Her mother."
Jiang Fuli's cold white fingers gently pressed against the screen of his phone. He looked out the window, thought about it for about five seconds, and called Bai Zian.
"I'm coming out soon." Bai Qian's voice was quite surprised.
Jiang Fuli was very calm and calm: "You go to the back door. Jiang Xiaoniao is autistic. There are many people at the front door. We will wait for you at the back door."
Bai Qian knew that Jiang He had autism.
Without any doubt, "Okay."
Jiang He sitting behind the car: "..."
The black business car slowly drove into the back door of No. 1 Middle School. Jiang Fuli's car was equipped by Jiang Jing, but the license plate was a local license plate from Xiangcheng, so it was not conspicuous during daily travel.
At the school gate, Xu En, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the white car, looked at the black car.
A little stunned.
Ji Mulan was calling Bai Pian, but no one answered. She suspected that Bai Pian had blocked her.
So I had a word with Xu En, but I saw Xu En looking at a certain place, lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" Ji Mulan looked in the direction he was looking, but didn't see anything.
Xu En came to his senses and shook his head again, "It's okay."
I just hesitate in my heart, that car...
He had seen a similar car from a distance in Jiangjing. The entire body was bulletproof, but he had never seen the people inside. He did not expect that there were similar cars in Xiangcheng.
**
The back door of the school.
Bai Zian has already arrived.
It was already autumn, and her school uniform jacket was pulled tightly. The sun was already half-set at this point, and the red light reflected the remaining light.
Wearing her school uniform, she stood coldly on the side of the road. The fingers holding the phone were also cold and white, and the shadow was reflected across the curtain, as if it were a clear ink painting in early autumn.
Ming Dongheng quietly parked the car next to her.
The rear door opens automatically.
Bai Qian stood there, looking at Jiang He who was lying behind the chair, and smiled, as if the silent figure in the painting came to life.
"Why are you so weak?" She got in the car and reached out to pinch Jiang He's face.
Jiang He pursed his lips and raised his head.
Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He warningly, tapping on the computer with his slender fingertips.
Today Ming Dongheng seemed to be going to the fighting arena to see some new god arena, and Jiang Fuli gave him a day off.
Jiang Fuli dealt with the Jiang family's affairs during the day, and had to go to the research institute at night. Jiang He had to find Bai Zian life and death.
Ji Heng and Jiang He also got to know each other, and Ji Heng had no objection to going back with Bai Zian now.
The intersection of Qingshui Street.
Bai Qian and Jiang He got off the car.
Jiang He turned around and was about to walk back to the alley, but Bai Qian grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back, raising his eyebrows: "Why don't you say goodbye to your brother?"
Jiang He: "...Goodbye."
Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He lightly, and then said to Bai Xian: "If he needs anything, call me."
After all, Jiang He is not a normal child.
After Jiang Fuli left, Bai Qian led him into the alley.
There are many workers installing street lights in the long and winding alley today.
Bai Zian was a little surprised.
But he didn't pay much attention to it. When he arrived at Ji Heng's yard, he found that the door to the yard was half open, and Ji Heng's hearty laughter came from inside.
"Xiao Chen, you must eat here tonight, I'll cook!"
As soon as Bai Zian opened the courtyard door.
I saw Ji Heng sitting at the stone table, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, squinting his eyes, and took a deep drag on the cigarette, "Don't tell me, although this tobacco has no brand, it is more powerful than anything I smoked before.
"
A thin stream of smoke blew out of his mouth.
On the stone table, there is a small bag of tobacco randomly packed in plastic bags.
Director Chen saw Bai Qian coming back from outside at a glance, and his eyes lit up, "Miss Bai is back."
Ji Heng paused and smoked a little slower.
Bai Jian knew that Ji Heng was addicted, but she just didn't let him smoke so much uncontrollably. She said hello to Director Chen, "I'll clean Jiang Xiaoniao's room."
Ji Heng pointed to a room next to Bai Qian with his pipe: "That's where Shao Jun lived before. I'll clean it up this afternoon. You can see if there's anything missing."
When the two were talking, Director Chen did not dare to talk to them.
Until Ji Heng asked him, "Do you have any taboos when eating?"
How dare Director Chen bother Ji Heng to cook for him? He wanted to bring the cake maker over.
He is thinking about this possibility.
Ji Heng's elderly phone rang.
It's Ji Mulan.
"I've been waiting for her at the school gate and I haven't found anyone yet, so she's skipping class again?" Ji Mulan didn't say hello, her voice was cold, as if she was angry.
Of course he is talking about Bai Zian.
Ji Heng took the phone, walked out the door, stood up his cigarette and took a puff, "She's back."
"Why didn't I see her?" Ji Mulan's voice was high. She wanted to say something else. She remembered that she had just calmed down with Ji Heng and said: "I mean, I have been waiting for her. Forget it, Xu En just bought a hotel.
To celebrate tonight, you two come out first, Xu En and I are waiting for you."
"No," Ji Heng said in a calm voice, "I want to have two drinks with Xiao Chen tonight. If you want to come, you can come and have two drinks together."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
On the other side of the phone, Ji Mulan had a very bad expression.
She really didn't understand why she was trying so hard to create opportunities for Bai Qian to meet Xu En.
Even if Bai Zian can't carry it clearly, Ji Heng can't carry it so well?
"What?" Xu En watched her sit back in the car.
Ji Mulan shook his head and did not show his displeasure, "It's okay. My dad said that we should go back for dinner, but you are not used to the place where he lives. He has a friend drinking with him tonight, so we should go back first."
Ji Mulan would not take Xu En to a place like Qingshui Street.
Xu En nodded slightly. He had no intention of having a drink with Ji Heng and his friends.
**
Wednesday.
Under the attention of most students, Qiu Xuezheng came to the auditorium of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School to give a speech.
The principal greeted him personally.
Even two reporters came.
"Old Qiu, please sit down first." The principal took Qiu Xuezheng to the reception room and personally made tea for Qiu Xuezheng. "Thank you for caring so much about our senior students."
He is a famous and positive example throughout Xiangcheng.
"Principal, there is no need to say more. I also grew up in Xiangcheng." Qiu Xuezheng is one of the few people who have passed the exams in Xiangcheng. He has achieved a lot. Although he has not had much time to come back, it does not mean that he does not care about his hometown. "What can I do for you?"
I’m also happy to do something in my hometown.”
Of course, the principal also knows this.
Xiangcheng, especially the older generation, has a high sentiment towards this place.
The principal was sorting out the pile of things on the conference table, "There are a few top students in the school this year. I wonder if they will have a chance to fly into the sky."
As he was speaking, a piece of paper fell lightly to the ground.
"I heard Mr. Ren say that this happened." Qiu Xuezheng took the teacup and blew it gently.
Just as he was about to drink, he saw the paper floating on the ground. He glanced at it casually and saw four words on the paper at a glance. His movements stopped.
"Snapped--"
He put down the tea cup suddenly and reached out to pick up the paper, "Who wrote this?"