Chapter 267 268 Roses look better in her hands, points ranking

Every stage of life has its own meaning

Jiang Fuli has always had a clear plan for his life. It is true that he wants to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of this world, and it is also true that he wants to take her to see the snow-capped mountains.

The years are long, Jiang Fuli thought, he is not a person who will please others, but he can't hide it from her.

He lowered his head slightly, slightly blocking the light from the side, making his profile particularly cold, and his deep and unapproachable facial features in the past now seem soft.

Outside the window, someone was setting off fireworks, and rose-like fireworks bloomed in the sky.

Few people set off fireworks in this area, and the sudden explosion of fireworks caused a lot of exclamations from below.

Bai Mi looked up, her wrist still lazily resting on the windowsill, and she didn't seem to be very surprised. She had been in this world for more than a year, and Jiang He was the first friend she met in this world.

Thinking back to that night, the moonlight was very good, she and Jiang He were waiting for his brother together, and they called each other by the wrong name the first time they met. This memory was too deep, but then she thought about how this person was with her most of the time.

They walked through the silent and deserted streets of Qingshui Street together.

But Jiang Fuli was indeed the kind of person who stood at the top of the clouds, away from the worldly fireworks. Even He Wen feared and respected him. He was always proud and conceited, this kind of nobleman.

The fireworks outside the window were still rising and exploding in the air, and the light and fire were clearly extinguished in his eyes.

Young Master Jiang, who is always confident and calm, is not particularly confident at this moment.

His other hand is on her wrist that is placed outside the window. His fingers are always warm, and the temperature of his fingertips is clearly restrained.

Bai Mi looked at him for a while, "Go open the door, there is someone outside."

Jiang Fuli said "Oh", subconsciously let go, turned around and walked to the front to open the door.

The dishes have arrived.

The manager bowed his head and served the dishes respectfully in person. From this window, you can still see the last fireworks.

He served the dishes and quickly left.

A pot of tea was also served, in a purple clay teapot.

Jiang Fuli reached out and habitually poured a cup of tea for the person opposite him. He bent down very calmly to put the cup and teapot in place. His shirt outlined a slightly powerful arc on his body.

Bai Di was still leaning against the window idly, with her hands clasped, her right hand still holding his glasses that he had placed on the windowsill, still in a very casual state. She watched Jiang Fuli pour tea and set the table.

The bright yellow tea soup had a distinct orchid fragrance the moment it was poured out.

"Do they still serve Lao Ban Zhang here?" Bai Di glanced at him and smiled.

"Yeah," Jiang Fuli opened the silver carved covers on the silver plates one by one, his voice sounding as calm and steady as always, "all the stores under Jiang's umbrella have them."

"Which season do you think is the best to go?" Bai Di walked to the dining table, and the fireworks outside had disappeared.

Jiang Fuli didn't respond, "What?"

"I said," Bai Fuli sat opposite him, put his glasses aside, and raised his head slowly, "When are you going to take me there?"

Jiang Fuli sat where he was, suppressing his thoughts that had been hidden in countless corners of Xiangcheng for so long. Today, with the fireworks flying outside the window, he got a response again.

"Ah," he was still in a daze, "It's okay, when do you want to go?"

Bai Fuli picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea slowly.

The old Banzhang tea has a mellow aroma and a full taste. You can feel the strength of the tea soup as soon as you take a sip. It is dense and mellow, with a long aftertaste.

"Winter vacation," Bai Xi thought for a moment, "but not necessarily, there seems to be a summer camp during the winter vacation."

When she spoke, Jiang Fuli finally reacted. He sat in his seat, blinked, and stood up with his right hand on the right edge of the table. With his sleeves slightly rolled up, he could see the veins bulging slightly between the cold and white wrists. His left hand with some curls gently stroked her chin, and a kiss fell on her lips. He almost whispered, "Okay."

**

After dinner, we went back to Shanhai Apartment.

Passing by the affiliated middle school.

At this time, even the students of Jiangda Affiliated Middle School are on vacation.

Zhang's mother opened a flower shop in the affiliated middle school. It was not closed during this period. It can be seen that the business is good. From time to time, there are takeaway boys coming to pick up flowers.

Jiang Fuli parked the car on the side of the road.

He has never been fond of romance. There is no difference between roses, Chinese roses, or dogtail grass in his eyes.

Zhang's mother also felt a little oppressed in front of Mr. Jiang. She asked, "Do you still want a rose?"

Jiang Fuli nodded reservedly, holding the phone with his bony fingers and scanning the WeChat code on Zhang's mother's counter.

He took the flowers handed over.

The roses were very fresh, without packaging. The wine glass-shaped petals were still covered with snow-white water droplets, which made the rouge-colored roses even redder.

Jiang Fuli returned to the driver's seat and handed a rose to the person in the co-pilot's seat.

The Bluetooth in the car did not play boring academic papers today, but played guzheng music, which was the music of Dean Jian. Dean Jian was a representative of gracefulness and passion.

His music, too.

Jiang Fuli tilted her head slightly. Bai Xi was holding a rose in her hand, which she casually placed against her cheek. Her other hand was leaning against the car window. Her reserved yet exuberant face was just as described on the Internet, young and charming, with red sleeves waving all over the house.

Sure enough, the rose would only look good in that person's hand.

**

Ji Shaojun's residence.

Mu Yiqing sent Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing back. Today was too thrilling for her, so she accepted Ji Shaojun's invitation and came up to have a cup of tea.

Shen Qing didn't have much to say to the people in the Mu family. She let Ji Shaojun talk to them and went to the balcony to collect the clothes.

When Dong Xiaobai sent Ren Wanxuan back, Mu Yiqing happened to be there.

Ji Shaojun and Dong Xiaobai were both good at art and were able to talk to each other, so they stayed and had a cup of tea with Mu Yiqing.

The tea was rich, and Mu Yiqing didn't know how to taste tea, but Dong Xiaobai did.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

This didn't seem like the kind of tea that the Mu family would give to Ji Shaojun.

That was strange, so he asked one more question.

Shen Qing replied in a reserved tone, "This is the tea that Xiao Jiang brought."

Xiao Jiang? Which one?

Dong Xiaobai wanted to ask, but seeing Shen Qing's expression, he took back the topic and talked to Mu Yiqing and Ji Shaojun about Ren Wanxuan.

"You said that the president of the Calligraphy Association wants to recruit her?" Mu Yiqing was also quite surprised to hear what Dong Xiaobai said.

The Mu family did not study calligraphy much, but because of Dong Xiaobai, Mu Yiqing also knew that the Calligraphy Association was very strict in recruiting members. After all, the Calligraphy Association was protected by both Mr. Chen and the Jiang family, and its status was comparable to that of Dean Jian in the national music world.

She did not expect that Ren Wanxuan could join the Calligraphy Association.

Ren Wanxuan looked at Ji Shaojun who was serious and was not used to his attitude. She lowered her eyes and said, "I'm lucky."

She knew that Bai Xi also knew Liang style. She wondered if her calligraphy had improved this year.

"It's a bit of luck," Dong Xiaobai smiled. Ren Wanxuan was far behind. Calligraphy also required a certain amount of talent. Ren Wanxuan didn't have enough talent, but because of the Dong family, the president of the calligraphy association was willing to give her some face. The calligraphy world really favored Liang style. "My dad didn't learn Liang style himself, but I think Wanxuan likes it."

Many people in the Dong family learned calligraphy and painting, but there were few who could really learn Liang style.

There was not even a single girl among them. There

was no way. Girls were born with weak wrist strength. The only girl in Beijing who was good at Liang style was Xu Yajun, the disciple of the vice president.

"A-Shi's handwriting is also very beautiful." Shen Qing suddenly said while they were talking.

Ji Shaojun actually heard from Ji Heng that Bai Shi had been practicing big characters with Xuantie every day for a period of time last year, but Ji Shaojun only saw Bai Shi's characters in the Guan Ge style. Is

the Ji family's gene so good?

Dong Xiaobai looked at Shen Qing, "She wrote..."

"What's called Ge..." Shen Qing heard from Tang Ming and others that because of the font Bai Shi practiced, the students in their science class were disliked by the teacher every day and they couldn't find the answer.

"Guan Ge style," Dong Xiaobai knew what it was as soon as he heard it, but he also lost some interest, "It's a plus for girls to practice this font."

He and Mu Yiqing didn't stay with Ji Shaojun for long.

The two went out and got in the car together.

Because Shen Qing mentioned Bai Shi, Dong Xiaobai asked a few more questions about Bai Shi.

"Top scorer in the college entrance examination?" He was very surprised and sat up straight from the passenger seat, "What did your grandfather say?"

Mu Yi shook his head.

Dong Xiaobai sat back down, "He is the top scorer in the college entrance examination but he is unwilling to come out? But... your cousin's gene seems to be much better than yours. As the top scorer, he can hang a plaque and join the clan. It's a pity that he went back to the Dong family today, otherwise he could meet your niece."

Although he had never seen her, he was a little curious about Bai Shi.

Mu Yiqing also found it strange: "You can't see her even if you go. She seems to have something to do today. It's hard for me to see her."

"The National Day holiday is seven days long. Even the most inhumane companies should take a holiday. She just finished the college entrance examination and is still a student, right? What's the matter?"

Mu Yiqing didn't know what it was.

Ren Wanxuan could see through Ji Shaojun's two nieces at a glance, but Bai Shi was always unpredictable.

**

The seven-day National Day holiday sounds like a lot, but time flies by.

Many people wake up on the morning of the eighth day and wish they had a time machine in their hands so that they can return to the first day of the holiday and start over again with just one click.

In the same class as Feng, Tang Ming raised his hand and swore, "Really, I put it inside the book after I copied it. It must have been handed in by Brother Ding accidentally."

As soon as Ding Wenyang arrived in the class, he was hit on the head with a big pot.

The other students in the class were discussing something with each other. A group of people gathered around Gao Yuan, and exclamations could be heard from time to time. "One million and three hundred points? How about you, Wang Xin, how many points did you get?"

"Just one hundred."

"Not a small number," the person next to Gao Yuan said, "you guys will definitely get a place in the midterm test."

Ding Wenyang sat next to Tang Ming in a daze, listening to their conversation. He also remembered something and asked Tang Ming, "What points do you have on the app?"

"What points?" Tang Ming's eyes rolled, and he changed the topic of his blame on Ding Wenyang. He put his hand on Ding Wenyang's shoulder, "Tell me about it."

"The preparatory camp's app, don't you know about it? We will have a lot of group competitions later, and the quota will be determined by the total score list. I have 900,000 points now." Ding Wenyang was quite proud of his score.

The newbie question bank is only for one year. From now on, if you want to get points, you can only do the challenge question bank.

Every million points is a watershed.

A total of 8 million points can enter the top 20, 9 million points can enter the top 5.

7 million points can enter the top 40, 6 million points can enter the top 80.

...

1 million points can enter the top 1,000.

900,000 points are now considered the top 3,000. Above this is the collection of geniuses from all over the country in the past 20 years. There are more than 10,000 registrants. In one year, they have reached the top 3,000. Ding Wenyang is also very proud.

"You are so great." Tang Ming praised sincerely.

"It's okay. If you have any questions, you can ask me." Ding Wenyang was a little dizzy because of the compliment. Suddenly, he saw Baishen sitting next to him.

She was sitting lazily. It rained after the National Day, and the weather in Jiangjing became cold. She wore a sky-blue satin coat, her hair was lightly tied up, and she was reading a paper.

Not right.

Ding Wenyang suddenly got a shock. He took out his phone, opened the blue app, and searched for "Bai Xiao".

Nothing.

Very strange.

Ding Wenyang picked up his phone again and casually searched for Tang Ming's name. This time he found it quickly.

[Account name: Tang Ming

Monthly points: 58741

Total points: 1987449

Followers: 5

Number of fans: 2]

Ding Wenyang stopped at this page for a long time, his finger stopped here, then he came back to his senses and searched for Ning Xiao with trembling fingers.

Oh, I won't challenge myself. There is another chapter in the evening. It should be later today. Everyone, come to