Chapter 59 059 He stared at Bai Mi taking off the silver (

Part 2)

There were only so many people participating in the Lanting Award this time, and Xu Yajun only admitted that Xie Jinyun was better than her.

As for the others...

As for the third place, she had never thought about it.

Xu En looked at the rearview mirror and was very surprised: "Even if you are second, you are very good. The Lanting Award has been held for so many years, and only one female teacher has won the first prize."

If Xu Yajun gets second place, her popularity will be higher than Xie Jinyun.

Xu En is also very clear about this. He

is more and more jealous of his old classmate.

The co-pilot, Ji Mulan, is holding a mobile phone. She can't get a word in, so she just searched for the Lanting Award.

As for "Mr. Ming", Xie Jinyun, and President Xue, she has no idea.

**

Because it's Saturday.

Bai Di and Ji Heng had lunch at Ji Shaojun's house at noon.

"This place might be demolished." Ji Shaojun frowned and mentioned this at the dinner table.

Shen Qing was also very silent.

Bai Di sat quietly on the side, eating slowly and listening to them talk.

Ji Heng lowered his head and picked up the cigarette holder, lit it, took a puff and then spoke, "It doesn't mean it will be demolished unless the official notice is issued. Don't worry, let's go fishing this afternoon to relax."

"That's right," Shen Qing suddenly smiled and picked up a piece of food for Bai Shi, "In a place like ours, which developer would be interested in us? Eat, eat everything."

Ji Shaojun's brows relaxed slightly, and he picked up the chopsticks again, "Where to go fishing?"

"Xianghe," Ji Heng's appetite has never been very good, so he didn't eat too much, and just urged Ji Shaojun to eat quickly, "Xiao Chen will go later, let's go and grab a few good seats after we finish eating."

After dinner, Ji Heng took Ji Shaojun to go fishing.

Bai Shi took her schoolbag and went to the library.

As soon as she walked out the door, her mobile phone lit up, it was Lance's WeChat.

Lance: [Hello]

Bai Shi raised her eyebrows, [OK]

Lance: [Chinese medicine is simply magical] Lance:

[[Picture]]

He sent a picture to Bai Shi, Bai Shi closed the door, clicked it casually and saw that it was a diagnosis of a disease.

Bai Shi: [~&︶;）*&;……%#@%）]

After replying, she didn't care whether the other party could understand it or not.

She walked out slowly, just turned to the vocabulary app, and another message appeared on the top of the phone -

Mom: [Where are you? Have lunch with us at noon, your uncle Xu has an important person here]

She thought she was building connections for Bai Shi and giving Bai Shi a chance.

Bai Shi paused slightly. This was the first time the other party sent her a message. She didn't know that the original owner had her on WeChat.

She clicked in according to the message.

I saw the dialogue box with Ji Mulan, 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 haven’t you come back yet?]

[I will never be willful again, I will study hard]

[…]

The original owner seemed to treat Ji Mulan as a memo, recording everything.

The last sentence was three months ago: [Dad took away the apprenticeship card you gave me]

Ji Mulan did not reply to any of them.

She stubbornly thought that she was doing good for her daughter, and could not accept her daughter's mediocrity. After the marriage crisis, she left the original owner alone.

Today is the first time Ji Mulan sent a message.

Bai Su stopped, she took a deep breath, and almost with a cold face, deleted Ji Mulan's WeChat from her friend list.

Then he raised his head slightly, with his hand against his heart.

He seemed to be able to feel the despair of the original owner's final existence in this world.

Outside the gate of the community.

A black car was parked quietly opposite, with the door open. Jiang He squatted at the front of the car, covering his ears with his hands, staring at the direction of the gate of the community.

Beside him, Jiang Fuli was wearing a black shirt and standing coldly.

He must have been too angry, as he had unbuttoned one of the buttons on his collar. His lonely and cold eyes rolled over Jiang He like a cold moon, indifferent and arrogant, without any emotion.

He was tall and slender, and his profile was just as perfect as a meticulous depiction, but no one passing by the gate of the community dared to get close to him.

Bai Fu stood at the gate of the community and looked for a while.

His mood slowly calmed down.

Today she was wearing a smoky blue long skirt and a long white coat. The coat had no buttons and was casually opened. The cuffs of her clothes were embroidered with clusters of emerald green vines. They

rolled up in circles and swayed gently in the wind, as if they were about to burst through her clothes.

They contrasted beautifully with the poppies on the hem of her skirt.

"What's wrong with him?" Bai Su stood beside Jiang He, lowered her head and looked at him carefully for a moment, then put away her phone and asked Jiang Fuli lazily.

Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He, "Chi Lu made dishes he didn't like for lunch."

Jiang He was particularly picky about food, and his choices were completely different from those of normal people.

The chefs in the Jiang family knew his habits, and every time they would make one or two dishes that Jiang He could eat.

Chi Yundai didn't know this, and after knowing that Jiang He refused to eat anything, he cautiously said that a picky eater wouldn't grow tall, and Jiang He has been sulking alone until now.

Jiang Fuli endured it all the way and didn't scold him.

He just made a list of the dishes that Jiang He didn't eat for Chi Yundai.

Bai Mi nodded. She checked last time and found that children with autism have strange personalities. Jiang He almost didn't eat the same type of dishes, and this type of dishes might have a shadow on him.

So even Jiang Fuli couldn't help but not scold him.

The three of them arrived at the library, and Ming Dongheng just happened to bring over a meal for Jiang He.

He stood quietly behind Jiang Fuli and reported to him: "I have already given the things to the people from the Chinese Academy of Calligraphy."

Ming Dongheng was not familiar with the Chinese Academy of Calligraphy, nor did he know Xu Yajun, so he simply referred to them as "Chinese Academy of Calligraphy" people.

Because Jiang He had to eat, Bai Xi and the others stayed in the coffee shop on the first floor of the library.

Jiang Fuli sat on a chair in the coffee shop, one hand casually resting on the back of the chair, with a cold look between his brows, and only said "hmm".

Bai Xi crossed his legs, took out the biology questions and worked on them slowly.

"By the way," Ming Dongheng saw that Jiang Fuli was in a good mood, and then he spoke, "The Chinese Academy of Calligraphy asked you again if it is possible for you to be a judge..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fuli glanced at Ming Dongheng indifferently. He looked

like he was joking.

Ming Dongheng: “…”

The one joking was not him, but President Xue.

Ming Dongheng breathed a sigh of relief only after Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at him, and lowered his head to talk to Bai Ti beside him.

He took out his phone and tagged Jiang Xijue in the group.

Ming Dongheng: [@Jiang Xijue’s work was given to him, but Mr. Jiang refused the others.]

This time Jiang Xijue replied very quickly.

Jiang Xijue: [???]

Jiang Xijue: [Are you still alive?]

Jiang Xijue was very direct: [I don’t believe it]

Xu Nanjing: [Deduct 1 to prove that you are not a robot]

Ming Dongheng: [Ha.]

Ming Dongheng: [You don’t understand.]

He put away his phone, glanced at Bai Ti carefully, and then straightened his chest.

**

Bai Xi spent the whole afternoon studying in the library.

At four o'clock, she received a call from Qiu Xuezheng, who asked her how her practice was going.

Qiu Xuezheng was very silent when he learned that Bai Xi had been doing homework in the library all day. "You didn't practice big characters all day?"

"Yes." In the science and engineering department on the second floor, there was no one else except Bai Xi, Ning Xiao, etc.

Bai Xi held her mobile phone in one hand and was drawing slowly with the other.

"Come to my place, I want to see your normal level," Qiu Xuezheng said very tactfully, "Your principal said that you were in good condition last time. Big characters need to be practiced seriously. Practice makes perfect."

He thought for a while.

Recalling Bai Xi's indifferent look last time, he always felt that she was a little unreliable.

"I have an older wolf-hair brush and rice paper here. You can take them back to practice." Qiu Xuezheng straightened his face, "You can come and try it." Calligraphy

is also very strict about tools.

Old calligraphers, for example, have wolf-hair brushes that are several decades old. The tip of the brush is soft but flexible, and the whole brush has a strong waist.

The older the rice paper, the better.

This is also one of the reasons why calligraphy is so expensive.

Bai Xi thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Beside her, Jiang Fuli heard her conversation clearly. He still held a black pen between his middle and index fingers, and the tip of the pen stopped on the snow-white paper. He raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his left hand: "Are you leaving?"

"Yes," Bai Xi slowly put away the books one by one, "Going to a teacher's house."

Jiang Fuli nodded. He glanced at Ning Xiao across from him, tapping the table with his fingertips.

Then he casually pushed the paper over.

Ning Xiao carefully put away the draft paper: "I know."

Beside him, Lu Xiaohan did not dare to raise his head.

After Jiang Fuli and Bai Di left, Lu Xiaohan looked up. She looked at Ning Xiao and exclaimed: "How dare you ask him the question?"

"..." Ning Xiao was silent for a while, "Actually it's okay."

Compared with Tang Ming, he is normal.

Lu Xiaohan glanced at the paper in Ning Xiao's hand. She couldn't understand what was written on it.

**

Enemy.

Qiu Xuezheng put down what he was doing and waited for Bai Di to come in the hall.

Qiu Boqing came back from outside, "Grandpa."

He looked at Qiu Xuezheng and wanted to say something, but thinking of 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, his eyes still looking at the door, "Don't go out these two days, practice calligraphy more, and hone your character."

Qiu Boqing was going to meet the Ren family, and Ren Qian wanted him to persuade Qiu Xuezheng.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to say it.

Just as he was about to go upstairs to practice calligraphy, the guard brought someone in, "Teacher Qiu, Student Bai is here."

Qiu Xuezheng's residence was not open to everyone, so he greeted the guard in advance.

Bai Di stepped over the threshold and walked in slowly. She was holding a schoolbag and politely greeted Qiu Xuezheng: "Teacher Qiu."

Her eyebrows were lazy and casual.

Qiu Boqing didn't know Bai Di, so he glanced at her and was about to go upstairs.

"...Are you really in the library?" Qiu Xuezheng was silent for a long time, then he spoke seriously: "You may not be able to get the third prize this time, there are many people participating in the Lanting Award this time."

Qiu Boqing, who was about to go upstairs, heard this and paused.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at Qiu Xuezheng: "Grandpa, do 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 stronger than yours."

Qiu Boqing turned his eyes to Bai Shi. He rested on the escalator and looked at Bai Shi inquiringly, with a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat: "How many points did you get in the ninth level?"

Hearing him ask this question, Qiu Xuezheng also looked at Bai Shi.

Bai Shi's cold face was expressionless. He only slightly raised his eyebrows and asked slowly, "What ninth level?"

pt," Qiu Boqing's face became cold, and he looked at Bai Shi getting colder and colder. The expression of inquiry gradually disappeared. "Calligraphy and painting level, you didn't take this certificate?"

Bai Shi pt didn't know anything, he just frowned, "Is there still a need for a certificate for this?"

What does the certificate prove?

"It seems that she didn't even take the ninth level exam," Qiu Boqing retracted his gaze, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, he looked at Qiu Xuezheng, "Grandpa, who is she? Why would you rather recommend someone who didn't even take the ninth level exam than your junior sister?"

"Qiu Boqing," Qiu Xuezheng put down his teacup with a "bang" and shouted angrily: "Watch your words, you will know after seeing classmate Bai's handwriting."

Qiu Boqing was very dissatisfied with Qiu Xuezheng for not recommending Ren Wanxuan.

"Let's talk about it after she passes the ninth level." Qiu Boqing turned around and went back upstairs.

Behind him, Qiu Xuezheng shook his head.

Unlike Qiu Boqing, he knew that Bai Shi didn't even know about the Lanting Award. It was unexpected but reasonable for him that she didn't take the PT exam. This made him more curious about who Bai Shi's teacher was.

"He was standing up for his junior sister. Don't take it to heart." Qiu Xuezheng apologized to Bai Shi.

"I really didn't take the test," Bai Shi shook her head and immediately asked another question, "Do all these need to be certified now?"

She seemed to have learned a new term.

Certification.

Without a certificate, you will not be recognized.

"I'll take you to try writing," Qiu Xuezheng took her upstairs and explained as he walked, "Don't even mention calligraphy and painting. Old Chinese doctors need a certificate to practice medicine. Without a certificate, it is illegal."

What is not permitted by law must be prohibited.

Old Chinese doctors need a certificate?

Bai Shi followed behind and said in a daze, "Then there are no traveling doctors anymore?"

"There used to be in Xiangcheng," Qiu Xuezheng was surprised by the ancient word Bai Shi said, and then said, "Later, because they needed a medical certificate, these people disappeared."

Bai Shi was silent.

Now she seemed to understand why Lu Lingxi had been keeping an eye on Zhang Shize.

Qiu Xuezheng opened the door of the study and solemnly took out a pen case from the drawer. After opening it, there was a dark brown wolf-hair brush. "Try this pen today and see if it works well for you."

He then took out a piece of ordinary white paper and

asked Bai Shi to try the pen first.

Bai Shi said "hmm" and didn't think about the proof anymore. She put her schoolbag aside and walked to the desk. She saw the wolf-hair brush Qiu Xuezheng had taken out.

With her eyes, she could naturally tell that this brush was very precious.

Qiu Xuezheng's desk was very large. He was bending over to grind ink. He smiled at Bai Shi and said, "You try it first."

Bai Shi nodded slightly. She held the wolf-hair brush in her right hand and gently lifted her slightly wide sleeve with her left hand. She dipped her hand in some ink, bent over and wrote the word "Xiang".

This was the first time Qiu Xuezheng saw Bai Shi write big characters. Her strokes were smooth and the tip of the brush cut into the characters. Today's character was better than the last one.

This showed that she was not in a state of sudden change last time, but her normal level.

"Got it," Qiu Xuezheng paused, looking at Bai Ti with a piercing gaze, "Although many of the master's students have come out to participate this time, I think you will definitely win the third prize this time!"

The third prize...

Bai Ti tilted his head slightly, thinking for a moment, "Please wait a moment."

"What?" Qiu Xuezheng didn't understand.

Bai Ti gently put down the wolf-hair brush, lifted up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing a bright red ribbon inside, and a small silver-white ball tied to his wrist.

Qiu Xuezheng stared in amazement as Bai Ti stretched out his hand and took the white metal ball off his wrist.

Good morning (from a Xiuxian flower)

In the past, Ah-Xing and her brother would put down their pens and pick up their guns. Today, it’s peaceful, so she put down her gun and picked up her pen. They are all for the same thing. Hehe.

Then there is the first snow, fruit gummies, stir-fried pork with peppers, and Piao Piao. I didn’t join the group and provide the address. Don’t forget these babies~