Apart from Xu Yajun, they could not find another Liangti writer who wrote so well.
"She performed exceptionally well?" President Xue was also deeply surprised.
He stopped talking to Butler Jiang and walked to the judges to watch.
At this glance, President Xue was also a little dazed.
"This..." President Xue knew Xu Yajun well. The artistic conception is sometimes difficult to find, but the basic skills are there. He held this piece of work with eager eyes: "This is not Yajun's handwriting. Yajun definitely does not look like this."
Arm strength!"
Not Xu Yajun’s?
Whose is that?
Where did the dark horse come from?
The seven judges looked at each other.
Jiang Fuli, who had been sitting in front, looking down at the computer, finally raised his head, tapped the table with his slender fingertips, and said two words that could not be ignored: "Bring it."
President Xue wanted to take a second look.
Hearing this voice, he did not dare to refuse, and stretched out his hand to respectfully hand over the work.
Jiang Fuli took the work, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered his light-colored pupils, and looked at the words quietly.
The most attractive thing about him is the seemingly nonexistent sense of oppression. He does nothing, just sits there calmly, and the aura he exudes is enough to make people dare not approach him.
At this time, President Xue lowered his eyes without saying a word, and even President Xue couldn't resist.
The whole selection room was very audible.
Only Butler Jiang beside him could resist a little.
Jiang Fuli looked at it for a long time, and President Xue finally couldn't hold it back any longer. He looked at Butler Jiang for help.
Butler Jiang also felt strange. He bent down slightly and lowered his voice, "Master, the plane is about to leave..."
"Well," Jiang Fuli returned the work to President Xue, picked up the computer with one hand, and just took two steps, he thought of something again, and looked at President Xue lightly: "The funds are doubled, and the first-place work this time will be sent to
Jiang family."
"Ah?" President Xue was a little stunned.
Jiang Fuli glanced over.
He didn't have any expression, just a sharp face that was as cold as a blade.
President Xue couldn't help but shuddered and said quickly, "Okay, I'll send it over in person!"
The others finally left.
The ice and snow subsided in the selection room instantly, as if the earth had returned to spring.
The other judges and teachers immediately rushed up and said, "President Xue, let me take another look. This person came out of nowhere. He is not at the same level as the others!"
After another person finished admiring it, he suddenly asked: "How do you comment on this?"
All seven people looked at President Xue.
President Xue looked at the words and slowly made a decision.
The scores had not yet been fully calculated and names could not be posted. President Xue took out his mobile phone and called the Human Resources Department: "Go and check the list of those who will participate in the Lanting Art Award this year."
He knows most of the people participating in this competition.
Xie Jinyun, and his apprentice Xu Yajun.
Everyone who is released is a being who bullies others. How could such a person suddenly appear?
**
Bai Qian didn't know that because of her work, seven judges and teachers spent the whole night negotiating in Zhongshu.
I didn't sleep all night either.
Wednesday.
At around six o'clock in the morning, when Ji Shaojun arrived, he saw Bai Zian sitting on the stone table, eating and talking.
"Who are you talking to?" Ji Shaojun put down a carton of milk and did not see Ji Heng in the kitchen or yard.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a faint voice coming from the bathroom: "It's growth hormone. If you pinch the back of a cucumber, it will inhibit growth hormone..."
Ji Shaojun: "..."
What is this?
He can understand growth hormone, but why are you pinching a cucumber?
Ji Shaojun didn't understand, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.
After Ji Heng came out, he spoke silently: "That Xu En wants to treat our family to dinner. Dad, what do you think?"
Xu En had a very good impression of the Ji family as a whole. All the Ji family were upright and upright. If he wanted to marry Ji Mulan, he would have to invite them to dinner to discuss the marriage.
Ji Shaojun also had a good impression of Xu En, he was polite and his conversational skills were much better than those of the Ren family.
He is just a sister like Ji Mulan.
Even though Mulan ran away from home and married into the Bai family when she was young, Ji Shaojun never gave up on her sister.
Now that she has found a good home, Ji Shaojun is also happy for her. Of course, if Ji Mulan improves her motherhood, Ji Shaojun might be even happier.
"I have to go to class," Bai Zian said slowly, "I missed two days of class and I have to make up for it."
"Why did you miss two days of class?" Ji Shaojun didn't know about her going to Jiangjing to compete.
Bai Qian drank the last sip of milk and smiled at Ji Shaojun: "I'm going to see how Jiangjing is doing. If it's good, I'm going to take the entrance exam to Jiangjing University."
Ji Shaojun: "...as long as you are happy."
"Asian won't go," Ji Heng took the rag and asked Ji Shaojun to move the embroidery frame out. After thinking for a long time, "I'll go with you."
He was going to make it clear to Ji Mulan.
Ji Shaojun nodded, and he went in to move the embroidery stand, "Then let me reply to Mr. Xu."
"Grandpa, uncle, I'm going to school." Bai Qian is now very sensitive to the name Ji Mulan.
She and Ji Mulan are two parallel lines, as long as the other party has nothing to do and doesn't offend her.
"Go ahead," Ji Heng asked Ji Shaojun to be careful and waved his hand, "Watch out for cars on the road."
After Bai Pian left, he looked at Ji Shaojun who was moving out the embroidery stand.
“Really want to demolish?”
Ji Shaojun moved the embroidery stand, took out a rare cigarette, and responded vaguely, "I won't sign."
He squatted aside, his expression very silent.
Ji Heng took the rag and slowly wiped the embroidery frame, "Do you want me to go with Ren..."
"Don't worry about it." Ji Shaojun was extremely disgusted with the Ren family. He knew what Ji Heng wanted to do as soon as he heard it. "They will not agree to this matter."
Ji Heng looked at Ji Shaojun like that and didn't say anything more, just frowning slightly.
**
Bai Zian took her schoolbag and went to school.
Just came out of Qingshui Street.
She saw a blue car parked opposite.
Bai Qian raised her eyebrows, walked over, reached out and knocked on the car door.
The passenger window rolled down, revealing the man sitting in the driver's seat.
Jiang Fuli was still wearing the white shirt from last night, with his right hand loosely resting on the steering wheel, his face supported on his palm, and his light-colored eyes looking towards the passenger side.
"Aren't you still in Jiangjing?" Bai Qian stopped listening, feeling very surprised that he appeared at the door of Qingshui Street early in the morning.
Jiang Fuli came back to his senses.
He leaned forward and opened the passenger door, tapping the steering wheel casually with his fingertips, "I came back last night. I have something to do in the lab, so I got in the car first."
He said it without changing his face.
Bai Zian opened the passenger seat.
Just as I was about to turn my hearing back on, I saw several WeChat messages received on my phone.
lance:【This idea is simply great】
lance:【Now I will try】
lance:【[Picture]】
He sent a CT picture.
Bai Xian opened it and looked at it, and could clearly see the bone structure.
She was indeed very resistant to Western medicine at first, but after two days of communication, she realized that there is a reason why Western medicine is so popular in this society.
One of them is that most of the traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions have been lost.
The other part is because Western medicine is based on science and can explain all diseases clearly to you.
Almost relying on machines, the lesions and sources can be seen clearly.
Bai Zian had to admit that this had merit.
They don't need to look, hear or ask.
Bai Qian leaned back on the chair, but she had seen that real doctors did not need to rely on instruments. Back then, those doctors in Xiangcheng could see the lesions of the soldiers at a glance.
She always feels that there is no cultural gap.
But now she couldn't help but start to think, how could it be replaced by Western medicine that has been used for thousands of years...
red light.
Jiang Fuli watched her stay on the English listening page for a long time without clicking play. He couldn't help but tilted his head and commented on her study: "... Meditation English?"
Bai Zian came to his senses.
She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, revealing the snow-white collar underneath. The window was half-open, and the wind gently raised her broken hair, and her eyebrows were so delicate that they were eye-catching.
Bai Qian first looked at the phone, then looked lazily at Jiang Fuli, squinting slightly and slightly curling the corners of his lips: "No, I'm thinking about how to kill Yingying."
Mr. Jiang, who can kill everyone anytime and anywhere: "..."
He stepped on the accelerator.
For some reason, he knew that Bai Zian really wanted to kill Yingying.
"Why don't you speak?" Bai Qian put his chin on his hand and raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Fuli turned the steering wheel and said very calmly: "I think so too, but you have to be rational."
"Peace, peace," Bai Qian clicked on English listening again, smiled at him, and sighed, "I know."
Jiang Fuli turned the car around a corner and tilted his head to catch a glimpse of regret between her brows.
"..."
**
When Bai Zian returned to school, Lu Xiaohan and others came to ask her where she had been in the past two days.
"Something's wrong," Bai Qian replied casually. She put her schoolbag on the desk, glanced in the direction of Yang Lin, and frowned, "Did my deskmate come yesterday?"
"No," Lu Xiaohan whispered, "Mother Lu seemed to have visited her home last night. I don't know what happened."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Bai Qian's eyes again, not daring to say anything more.
Yang Lin had always been a loner, and Lu Xiaohan only became familiar with Yang Lin after she came from Baijian.
Bai Zian sat down and slowly took out the books from her schoolbag, thinking about going to Lu Lingxi later to ask for the address.
The phone lit up again.
This time it’s news about Qiu Xuezheng.
Teacher Qiu: [The quota will be announced at ten o’clock today, please remember to tell me as soon as possible.]
Bai Zian took out the biology book and took a look at it——
[Can’t see, I have to go to class]
She replied very calmly.
Teacher Qiu:【?】
Teacher Qiu: [Are you going back to Xiangcheng? Are you just going back to Xiangcheng? Are you really going back to Xiangcheng?]
Qiu Xuezheng asked three questions in succession.
Bai Qian: [I still have to go to class]
Teacher Qiu has no doubt that she can win the award: [But you still have to accept the award after the announcement! You still have to attend the award ceremony!]
【Classes can be taken at any time!】
Bai Zian replied very coldly and ruthlessly: [Then they can send it back]
On the other side of the phone.
Teacher Qiu found it difficult to understand.
The Lanting Award is held every three years. Three years ago, even if Qiu Boqing only nominated, he left it until the last minute. Bai Qian said "send it back"?
You didn't even receive the award and you still want to send it back?
Seeing that Bai Qian didn't reply to him, he guessed that the other party was brushing up on the questions again.
Qiu Xuezheng took his cell phone and called Vice President Qian.
"Vice-President," Qiu Xuezheng said in a polite voice. He pondered for a moment before saying, "When the results come out later, you can tell me as soon as possible."
The number of places for the Lanting Award of the China Calligraphy Association is based on a list.
After the selection is completed as soon as possible, it will be posted on the list of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, and two days later, it will be distributed to the official website of the Chinese Calligraphers Association.
At ten o'clock today, the list will be published on time.
"I know." Vice President Qian is even more anxious than Qiu Xuezheng. It's not even eight o'clock and he is already waiting in front of the list with a group of people. "Don't worry too much."
Hang up the phone.
Only then did Deputy Qian look at Jian Rong beside him. He patted Jian Rong on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous. Your second prize is guaranteed."
Jian Rong smiled and diverted her attention, "By the way, where is the female classmate from before? Why didn't you see her today?"
"Going home." Vice President Qian replied.
"Go home?" Jian Rong was a little surprised.
Beside him, Qiu Boqing was not surprised, "I can't win the prize anyway."
Vice President Qian talked to Jian Rong indifferently and stopped mentioning Bai Qian. After all, mentioning her was just to divert attention.
"Neither Xie Jinyun nor Miss Xu came today." Qiu Boqing thought of these two people and looked around.
"It's normal," Vice President Qian knew very well. "One of them is first and the other is second. It's a sure thing. There's no need to come. It's unlucky for you to meet them in this Lanting Award."
This is confidence in one's own strength.
Nine forty.
Someone from the Chinese Calligraphy Association came over with a red list.
Everyone watched eagerly as the red notice covered by red satin was posted on the bulletin board.
Vice President Qian and Jian Rong, who had been talking, stopped talking and stared at the list intently.
Arrive at ten o'clock.
The red silk was lifted.
In an instant, everyone swarmed forward.
Vice President Qian had already foresighted that one of the reasons why Beicheng Calligraphy Association sent him here was because of his good physical strength.
He squeezed in first and looked up from the bottom. The first thing he saw was the nominations. He glanced at the names one by one and saw "Xu Hao" and "Qiu Boqing" among the nominations.
Both of them have the possibility of winning the third prize.
Vice President Qian thought that at least one of the two would be selected for the third prize this time. How could they both be selected?
He frowned slightly.
Why didn't both perform well?
Then he looked at the third prize. There were many third prizes. He looked over one by one. When he was about to pass by, he saw a familiar name inside——
Brief appearance!
Jian Rong is Beicheng's biggest hope this time.
The second prize is almost certain, how could it be the third prize?
Vice President Qian was in disbelief. He looked at the third prize three times before confirming that Jian Rong was the real third prize.
At the same time, exclamations of "What's going on" came from around me, and it seemed that most people had doubts about this rating.
Jian Rong won the third prize, so who will win the second prize?
Vice President Qian frowned and looked at the second prize.
The Lanting Award has many awards. In the past, for art calligraphy, the first prize was set to 3-5, and the second prize ranged from ten.
However, this year’s second prize was awarded to only five people!
He looked at the first name displayed for the second prize——
Thank you and the wind.
This is Xie Jinyun's name in the calligraphy world, and almost everyone present knows it.
The question is why did Xie Jinyun win the second prize?
Has Xu Yajun surpassed Xie Jinyun?
Vice President Qian looked at the list immediately behind Xie Jinyun, and it was Xu Yajun.
The next three names are all the names that can compete for the first prize of the China Calligraphy Association this time. So, why are they all in the second prize?
There is no first prize this year??
Everyone looked towards the first row with this question.
The sun at ten o'clock is a bit dazzling.
Deputy Qian felt that there might be something wrong with this world. He wiped his eyes and looked at the first line.
Then his fingers trembled and he used it several times before he took out the report form that was folded into a ball from his pocket.
He looked at the last name——
Name: Bai Qian
Entry name: Bai Jian
After repeated confirmation, he raised his head again and looked at the first row——
There are only five words.
First Prize: Pick up for nothing
This year’s Lanting Award first prize broke the record in history.
For the first time, they did not have multiple first prize winners tied for the first place.
Instead, the first prize is specially set for one person, and no one else will be able to compare with this person later!
Fault first.
Good morning, who said I couldn't write about Xianpian and win the prize today? That's nonsense!
I’ve written about this! (So is this fault number one worth a precious monthly ticket~)