059 He watched dumbfoundedly as Bai Qian took off the iridium
There were only so many people participating in the Lanting Awards this time, and Xu Yajun only admitted that Xie Jinyun was better than her.
As for everyone else…
As for third place, she never thought about it.
Xu En looked at the rearview mirror and marveled: "Even if you are ranked second, you are very good. There have been so many Lanting Awards, but only one female gentleman has won the first prize."
If Xu Yajun gets second place, she will be even more popular than Xie Jinyun.
Xu En is also very clear about this.
I am becoming more and more jealous of my old classmates.
The co-pilot, Ji Mulan, was holding her cell phone. She couldn't get in the conversation, so she only searched for the Lanting Award.
As for "Mr. Ming", Xie Jinyun, and President Xue, she had no idea.
**
Because it's Saturday.
Bai Qian and Ji Heng had lunch at Ji Shaojun's house.
"This place may need to be demolished." At the dinner table, Ji Shaojun raised his eyebrows and mentioned this matter.
Shen Qing was also extremely silent.
Bai Zian sat aside quietly, eating slowly and listening to their conversation.
Ji Heng lowered his head and picked up the cigarette rod, lit it, and took a puff before speaking, "It won't necessarily be dismantled until the official notice is issued. Don't worry, go fishing and relax in the afternoon."
"That's right," Shen Qing suddenly smiled and took a chopstick dish to Bai Qian, "In a place like ours, no developer can take a fancy to us and eat them all."
Ji Shaojun relaxed his eyebrows slightly and picked up the chopsticks again, "Where are we going to fish?"
"Xianghe," Ji Heng had never had a good appetite, so he didn't eat much. He just urged Ji Shaojun to eat quickly, "Xiao Chen will be there later. After we finish, let's go and grab a few good seats."
After dinner, Ji Heng took Ji Shaojun to go fishing.
Bai Zian took her schoolbag and went to the library.
As soon as I walked out, my phone lit up and it was Lance's WeChat message.
lance:【Hello】
Bai Qian raised an eyebrow, [Okay]
lance:【TCM is simply magical】
lance:【[Picture]】
He sent a picture to Bai Zian, and Bai Zian brought it to the door. He clicked on it and saw that it was a picture of a disease diagnosis.
Bai Qian:【~&︶;)*&;……%#@%)】
After replying, she didn't care whether the other person could understand or not.
She slowly walked out, and just when she opened the Vocabulary app, another message appeared at the top of her phone——
Mom: [Where are you? Come to have dinner with us at noon. Your Uncle Xu has an important person here]
She thought she was building connections for Bai Zian and giving Bai Zian some steps.
Bai Qian paused slightly. This was the first time the other party sent her a message, and she realized that the original owner still had her on WeChat.
She followed the message and clicked in.
I saw the dialog box with Ji Mulan. It was a very long page, almost all of which were messages from the original owner.
Two years ago: [Mom, where are you going?]
[Dad brought the brother and sister back. Mom, why don’t you come back? 】
[I will never be willful again, I will study hard]
【……】
The original owner seemed to regard Ji Mulan as a memorandum and would record everything.
The last sentence was three months ago: [Dad took away the apprenticeship invitation you gave me]
Ji Mulan didn't reply a word.
She insisted that she was doing her daughter's good and could not accept her daughter's mediocrity. After the marriage was in crisis, she left the original owner alone.
Today is the first time Ji Mulan has sent a message.
Bai Xian stopped, took a deep breath, almost with a cold face, and deleted Ji Mulan's WeChat account from her friend list.
Then he raised his head slightly and placed his hand against his heart.
It seems that one can feel the despair of the original owner remaining in this world.
Outside the community gate.
A black car parked quietly opposite, with the door open. Jiang He squatted at the front of the car, covering his ears with his hands, looking intently in the direction of the entrance of the community.
Beside him, Jiang Fuli was wearing a black shirt and standing coldly.
He must have been too angry, so he undid one button on his collar, and looked at Jiang He with his cold and cold eyes, cold and arrogant, without any emotion at all.
He was tall and tall, and his side profile was as finely drawn as a fine brushstroke, but no one who passed by the gate of the community dared to approach him.
Bai Zian stood at the gate of the community and watched for a while.
My mood slowly calmed down.
Today she was wearing a smoky blue dress with a long white coat on top. The coat was unbuttoned and left open casually, with clusters of green vines embroidered on the skirt and cuffs.
It rolled up in circles and swayed gently in the wind, as if it was about to burst out of its clothes.
It complements the poppies of various colors at the hem of the skirt.
"What's wrong with him?" Bai Zian stood next to Jiang He, lowered his head and looked at him carefully for a moment, then put away the phone and lazily tilted his head to ask Jiang Fuli.
Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He, "What Chi Lu cooked for lunch was all dishes he didn't like."
Jiang He is very picky about food, and his food choices are completely different from those of normal people.
The chefs of the Jiang family all know his habits, and every time they cook one or two dishes that Jiang He can eat.
Chi Yundai didn't know. After knowing that Jiang He didn't eat anything, he cautiously added that picky eaters won't grow taller. Jiang He has been sulking all alone until now.
Jiang Fuli endured it all the way without scolding him.
Only the dishes that Jiang He didn't eat were given to Chi Yundai.
Bai Qian nodded. She went back to check last time. Children with autism have strange personalities. Jiang He doesn't eat almost all the same types of dishes. These types of dishes may have a shadow on him.
So even Jiang Fuli could not resist scolding him.
The three of them arrived at the library, and Ming Dongheng just happened to deliver one of Jiang He's meals.
He stood quietly behind Jiang Fuli and reported to him: "I have given the things to the people from the Chinese Calligraphy Association."
Ming Dongheng was not familiar with the Chinese Calligraphers Association and did not know Xu Yajun, so he collectively referred to them as "people from the Chinese Calligraphers Association".
Because Jiang He wanted to eat, Bai Zian and the others stayed in the coffee shop on the first floor of the library.
Jiang Fuli was sitting on a chair in the coffee shop, with one hand casually resting on the back of the chair. There was an obvious coldness between his brows, and he just said "hmm".
Bai Qian crossed her legs, took out a biology question on one side, and worked on it slowly.
"By the way," Ming Dongheng saw that Jiang Fuli was in a good mood and then spoke, "The China Calligraphy Association asked you again if you could be a judge..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fuli glanced at Ming Dongheng lightly.
Look like you're kidding me.
Ming Dongheng: "..."
It wasn't him who was joking, it was President Xue.
After Jiang Fuli looked away, stopped looking at her, lowered his head and spoke to Bai Jian beside him, Ming Dongheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Take out your mobile phone and post a message to Jiang Xijue in the group.
Ming Dongheng: [@江西珏’s work was given to me, but other Jiang Shao refused.]
Jiang Xijue came back very quickly this time.
Jiang Xijue:【???】
Jiang Xijue:【Are you still alive?】
Jiang Xijue is very direct: [I don’t believe it]
Xu Nanjing: [Deduct 1 to prove you are not a robot]
Ming Dongheng:【Heh.】
Ming Dongheng: [You don’t understand.]
He put away his phone, looked at Bai Qian cautiously, and then straightened his chest.
**
Bai Zian spent the whole afternoon studying in the library.
At four o'clock, I received a call from Qiu Xuezheng, who asked her how her practice was going.
When he learned that Bai Qian had been doing homework in the library all day, Qiu Xuezheng was very silent, "You haven't practiced big calligraphy all day?"
"Yes." There was no one else in the science and engineering department on the second floor except Bai Zian, Ningxiao and others.
Bai Zian is holding a mobile phone in one hand and drawing pictures slowly with the other hand.
"Come here and let me see how you are doing," Qiu Xuezheng said tactfully, "Your principal said you were in good shape last time. You need to practice big calligraphy seriously. Practice makes perfect."
He thought for a moment.
Recalling Bai Zian's indifferent appearance last time, I always felt that she was a little unreliable.
"I have an older Langhao pen here, and I also have rice paper. You can take it back with you to practice." Qiu Xuezheng straightened his expression, "You just come over and give it a try."
Calligraphy is also very strict with its utensils.
Like an old calligrapher, the langhao pen in his hand is decades old. The tip of the pen is soft but flexible, and the entire waist of the pen has a strong sense of strength.
The older the rice paper is, the better.
This is one of the reasons why calligraphy burns money.
Bai Zian thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
Beside her, Jiang Fuli heard her conversation clearly. He still held a black pen between his middle finger and index finger, with the tip of the pen resting on the snow-white paper. He raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his left hand: "You want to leave?"
"Well," Bai Zian slowly put away the books one by one, "I'm going to a teacher's house."
Jiang Fuli nodded, glanced at Ning Xiao opposite him, and tapped his fingertips on the table leisurely.
Then push the paper over randomly.
Ning Xiao carefully put away the draft paper: "I can do it."
Beside him, Lu Xiaohan did not dare to raise his head.
After Jiang Fuli and Bai Qian left, Lu Xiaohan looked up. She looked at Ning Xiao and was amazed: "How dare you ask him questions?"
"..." Ning Xiao was silent for a while, "Actually, it's not bad."
Compared to Tang Ming, he is considered normal.
Lu Xiaohan glanced at the paper in Ning Xiao's hand. She couldn't understand what was written on it.
**
Enemies.
Qiu Xuezheng put down what he was doing and waited in the hall for Bai Pian to come over.
Qiu Boqing came back from outside and said, "Grandpa."
He looked at Qiu Xuezheng and wanted to say something, but thinking about his grandfather's attitude last time, he didn't dare to say anything.
"Well," Qiu Xuezheng lowered his head and slowly took a sip of tea while still looking at the door, "Don't go out for the next two days. Practice more calligraphy and sharpen your mind."
Qiu Boqing went to meet Ren's family, and Ren Qian wanted him to do the work of Tongqiu Xuezheng.
But when the words came to his lips, he did not dare to say them.
Just as he was about to go upstairs to practice calligraphy, the guard brought someone in, "Teacher Qiu, classmate Bai is here."
Not everyone can enter Qiu Xuezheng's residence, so he greeted the doorman in advance.
Bai Qian crossed the threshold and walked in slowly. She held her schoolbag and politely greeted Qiu Xuezheng: "Teacher Qiu."
The eyebrows are lazy and casual.
Qiu Boqing didn't recognize Bai Qian, so he glanced at her and started to go upstairs.
"...Are you really still in the library?" Qiu Xuezheng was silent for a long time, and then said seriously: "You may not win the third prize this time. There are many people participating in the Lanting Award this time."
Qiu Boqing, who was about to go upstairs, paused when he heard this.
He turned around suddenly and looked at Qiu Xuezheng: "Grandpa, would you recommend her to participate in the Lanting Award?"
Qiu Xuezheng frowned slightly, "Yes, her writing skills are very unique, and her artistic conception is much better than yours."
Qiu Boqing's eyes turned to Bai Jian. He stood on the escalator and looked at Bai Jian inquiringly, with a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat: "What's your score for Level 9?"
Hearing him ask this question, Qiu Xuezheng also looked at Bai Jian.
Bai Zian's cold white face showed no expression. He only raised his eyebrows slightly and asked slowly: "What is level nine?"
"ccpt," Qiu Boqing's face became cold, and as Bai Qian became more and more angry, his expression of wanting to explore gradually disappeared, "For the calligraphy and painting level, you didn't take the test for this certificate?"
pt didn’t know anything, so he just frowned: “Do you need proof for this?”
What does the evidence prove?
"It seems that she has not passed the ninth level exam," Qiu Boqing looked away with a sarcastic smile. He looked at Qiu Xuezheng, "Grandpa, who is she? You would rather recommend someone who has not passed the ninth level exam than
Are you willing to recommend junior sister?"
"Qiu Boqing," Qiu Xuezheng put down the tea cup with a "snap" and shouted angrily: "You should pay attention to your words. You will know after reading Classmate Bai's handwriting."
Qiu Boqing was very dissatisfied with Qiu Xuezheng for not recommending Ren Wanxuan.
"Let's wait until she passes the ninth level exam." Qiu Boqing turned around and went back upstairs.
Behind him, Qiu Xuezheng shook his head.
Unlike Qiu Boqing, he failed the PT exam, which was unexpected and reasonable. This made him more and more curious about which hermit Bai Zian's teacher was.
"Don't take it to heart that he is fighting for his junior sister." Qiu Xuezheng apologized to Bai Qian.
"I really didn't take the test," Bai Zian shook his head and immediately asked another thing, "Now do these have to be tested?"
She seemed to have learned a new term.
research.
Without a certificate, you will not be recognized.
"I'll take you to try the pen," Qiu Xuezheng took her upstairs and explained as he walked, "Forget about calligraphy and painting, old Chinese medicine practitioners need a certificate to practice medicine. Without a certificate, it is illegal."
The law prohibits it without permission.
Do veteran Chinese medicine practitioners need certification?
Bai Zian followed behind and said in a daze: "Then the doctor is gone too?"
"There used to be people in Xiangcheng," Qiu Xuezheng was surprised to hear such an ancient word from Bai Qian's mouth. He was stunned for a moment and then said, "Later, because they needed medical certificates, these people disappeared."
Bai Zian was a little silent.
She seems to understand now why Lu Lingxi has been taking care of Zhang Shize.
Qiu Xuezheng opened the door of the study room and solemnly took out a pen box from the drawer. After opening it, he found a black-brown Langhao pen. "You can try using this pen today and see if you can use it smoothly."
He pulled out another plain white paper.
Let Bai Zian try the pen first.
Bai Qian said "Hmm" and put his schoolbag aside without thinking about it anymore. Then he walked to the desk and saw the Langhao pen that Qiu Xuezheng took out at a glance.
With her eyes, she can naturally see that this sum is very precious.
Qiu Xuezheng's desk was very large. He was bending over to study ink. He smiled at Bai Qian and said, "You try it first."
Bai Qian was slightly cold. She held the Langhao pen in her right hand and gently held the slightly wide sleeve with her left hand. She reached out and dipped some ink, bent down and picked up the pen to write the word "湘".
This is the first time Qiu Xuezheng has seen Bai Qian write large characters. His writing is smooth and his strokes cut into the characters. Today's characters are better than last time.
This means that she was not in a sudden state last time, but was at her normal level.
"Yes," Qiu Xuezheng stopped. He looked at Bai Qian with piercing eyes: "Although many masters' students came out to participate this time, I think you will definitely win the third prize this time!"
Third Prize...
Bai Qian tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment, "Wait a moment."
"What?" Qiu Xuezheng didn't understand.
Bai Qian gently put down the Langhao pen and lifted up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing a wisp of red ribbon inside and a small silver-white ball tied to his wrist.
Qiu Xuezheng watched in stunned silence as Bai Qian stretched out his hand and took off the white metal ball from his wrist.
Good morning (a greeting from a fairy flower)
In the past, Ah Li and her brother gave up their pens and picked up guns. Today, when there is peace, she gave up her guns and picked up pens, all for the same thing hehe
Then there is Chuxue, fruit gummies, fried pork with chili, and Piaopiao didn’t join the group to provide an address. Don’t forget these babies~