Chapter 286 287 Not a simple niece, the shocked Jian family (

Part 2)

"Yes." Bai Xi stood up. Jiang Fuli was almost there. She thought for a moment, "I will introduce a doctor to Ren Wanxuan's hands to ensure that there will be no sequelae."

Dong Xiaobai was still immersed in shock and had not recovered. He subconsciously said, "No, my father has found an old doctor for her."

Bai Xi nodded, "Okay, then come to me if you have any follow-up questions."

She said goodbye to Shen Qingji and Shao Jun.

She did not stay for dinner.

After Bai Xi left, Dong Xiaobai looked at Shen Qing, "Sister-in-law, Bai Xi, has she also learned calligraphy?"

"You mean Ah Xi? Her handwriting is very good." There is Bai Xi's calligraphy in Shen Qing's house.

She didn't know calligraphy, so she went back to her room and took out the books that Bai Shi had left at home. The books she had read would always have handwriting on them.

Shen Qing turned to the page with the handwriting: "Look."

Dong Xiaobai looked down.

The handwriting was neat and had a unique style.

It was a very special style, and even he felt it was eye-opening.

But——

"But this is a style!"

Dong Xiaobai went to the Calligraphy Association overnight.

When the person in charge of Bi Mo Han Hai heard the news, he found Bai Shi's name on the computer and put his hand on his glasses. "Bai Shi, there is such a person, but it was the president's personal order, and the Cultural Bureau also approved it."

"What?" The president personally approved it?

Dong Xiaobai calmed down. The Cultural Bureau and the president both approved it directly, so this matter might not be what he imagined.

It was really strange.

After Dong Xiaobai left the book club, he was blown by the cold wind and called Mu Yiqing, whispering, "Yiqing... I always feel that your niece is not simple."

**

The next day, early in the morning.

Ding Wenyang and Tang Ming received a notice to suspend going to the laboratory.

Originally, they were going to the plasma laboratory on weekends.

This time he had nothing to do, Ding Wenyang took some time to visit Ning Xiao's house.

"Your uncle will reward you with a house if you get into college?" Ding Wenyang looked at Ning Xiao's ordinary clothes and was shocked, "Brother, you deceived me so badly."

Jiangjing's school district housing is not cheap.

Ding Wenyang still felt that the frugal Ning Xiao's family environment was not good, so he took care of him in his daily life without leaving a trace.

Ning Xiao glanced at him with slightly gloomy eyes and did not answer.

After the tour, Bai Xi just came back from her morning run.

It was cold in Jiangjing in the morning, so she wore a sweater, her hair was tied behind her head with a ribbon, and she wore a sweater hood on her head.

"Nothing to do today?" Bai Xi followed the fingerprints of 303 and went in. "That's perfect. I'll take you to be volunteers later and issue a certificate to get extra credits."

Today is the first day of the conference, and there are many foreign friends.

They are fluent in English, so it's just right for them to be volunteers to guide tourists.

Volunteers?

Ding Wenyang thought they were just volunteers for small club activities. Seeing that Bai Xi's mood was not affected by the suspension of the laboratory, he touched his head and said, "It's just that I haven't completed my internship credits yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of 303 opened.

At the table, the man holding the chopsticks lazily raised his head slightly. His gestures were very elegant, and his eyes, which were not too oppressive, gave people a sense of alienation.

Ding Wenyang subconsciously did not shout and paid attention to his image.

Then he found that Ning Xiao, who never spoke, bowed respectfully and called, "Brother Jiang."

Ding Wenyang saw that Tang Ming and Ning Xiao had called him, so he followed their example and bowed his head respectfully, "Brother Jiang."

Ming Dongheng, who was standing next to him and helping Bai Shi and the others with chopsticks, heard Ding Wenyang's "Brother Jiang" and raised his head slightly to look at Ding Wenyang.

**

The Cultural Plaza covers an area of ​​about 1.5 hectares.

A cement avenue leads to the central square in the middle, and there are countless cement roads next to it. There are small gardens and large lawns. In spring, many schools will organize elementary school students to come here for outings and release paper geese.

Today, there are a bunch of banners hanging at the door - the first day of

the "Pen and Ink Sea Four Countries Exchange Conference"

, masters gathered.

There are also a circle of national flags of four countries outside, and the red flag in the middle is very dazzling.

The weather is also good, there is no snow, and the sun has just risen. It is not as violent and dazzling as in summer, but soft and clear.

There are many people coming to the four-country exchange conference this time, and there are police at the main gate to manage order.

Bai Shi and his friends attracted the attention of many people and media outside the door as soon as they got off the car, but these people were too young, and the reporters only took a few photos and did not come forward to interview.

Jian Zhe met them at the main gate.

"They are the volunteers." Bai Xi pointed at the people behind him.

Jian Zhe was in awe when he saw Ning Xiao. These were all senior high school students who were admitted to Jiangjing University. "Senior high school students, follow me. There are volunteers to protect the sleeves in the back."

Dean Jian was the main person in charge of this activity.

He had a bad relationship with the Jian family, but Jian Zhe had a good relationship with Bai Xi. Dean Jian liked him and introduced Jian Zhe to several people to share some work.

Ding Wenyang followed the staff to the lounge on the left side of the square. He took the sleeves and buckled them on himself.

After Bai Zhu and Jian Zhe left, he pulled Tang Ming's sleeve and whispered, "...What kind of high-end event is this? Can I attend?"

"I don't know," Tang Ming buttoned his sleeves, "Anyway, it should add a lot of points, hehe."

Ding Wenyang: "..."

Sometimes he felt that Tang Ming was so smart and sharp that it was scary, and sometimes he felt that he was too nervous.

**

The Jian family came early in the morning.

Jian Zhonghai was not used to this kind of weather. He was wearing a heavy coat and standing at the red carpet entrance of the Cultural Plaza, talking to Jian Rong, "Did you make an appointment with Professor Feng?"

Professor Feng was the teacher introduced to him by Miss Liu's father.

Jian Rong shook his head.

It was understandable that Professor Jiang Da was always busy, and Jian Zhonghai was not surprised, "When your second grandfather comes over later, remember to greet him first, and he will always pay attention to you."

"Grandpa, don't worry."

Several people from the Jian family were talking. Not far away, Jian Zhe was walking in this direction with a girl and volunteers.

Jian Rong recognized the girl walking in front at a glance.

She lowered her head slightly, wearing a blouse with pipa sleeves, the cuffs were tight, and a white pleated skirt with a slightly white background. The bottom was interwoven with polarized gold embroidery and blue threads, showing a gorgeous pattern. There were red camellia flowers on it, and butterflies were flying among the camellia flowers. She was wearing

a pure white cloak with green grape vines interwoven.

As if she felt his gaze, she looked over lazily, her face was clear and beautiful, the cold winter sun was behind her, and her whole person exuded an indescribable temperament.

Jian Rong was stunned for a moment.

Even though he had only met him once, he recognized him. This was the contestant of the Lanting Award whom he had met in Jiangjing last year, and he seemed to be from Xiangcheng.

Jian Rong vaguely remembered that he was also selected to go to Xiangcheng, and in the end it was Jian Zhe who went in his place.

Seeing Jian Zhonghai and Jian's father, Jian Zhe greeted them politely, "Grandpa, Dad."

Jian Zhonghai looked at Jian Zhe and a group of unfamiliar volunteers around him, retracted his gaze, and didn't look at them again.

**

"I asked you to come with your grandfather, but you didn't come," Jian's father whispered in Jian Zhe's ear, "Now you are with these kids, and you will follow me directly later. Your grandfather is here for your second grandfather. Jian Rong is here, and you can't be absent!"

Jian Zhe was about to speak.

In front, the person in charge of the Cultural Plaza led several people in suits and leather shoes to this side, and two reporters followed behind to take pictures of the old man in the middle. It was obvious that he was an important person.

Jian Zhonghai recognized one of them at a glance and quickly perked up, "Professor Feng."

Jian Rong also withdrew his gaze from Bai Mi and went to greet Professor Feng, "Professor Feng, you are here today too?"

Professor Feng, a professor in the Chinese Department of Jiangda.

Father Jian watched these people talking and tugged at Jian Zhe's sleeve, "See? That's Professor Feng. You should have met him..."

"Today is a cultural exchange, and I'm here to broaden my horizons," he narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Jian Rong, and then recognized her, "It's you, Jian Rong."

Professor Feng didn't know Jian Zhonghai and Jian Rong well at first glance.

He stood aside, waiting for the old man to be interviewed, and said a few words to Jian Rong, looking uninterested. When he turned his head, he saw the girl standing next to Jian Zhe, looking down at her phone.

Professor Feng was startled, and quickly called out, "Student Bai?"

Bai Fu raised her head in response.

"It's really you, Bai," Professor Feng's eyes lit up, and he walked over and got friendly with Jian Rong. "Bai, you know Jian Rong and the others? Really, look."

Because Jian Zhe and Jian Zhonghai were greeting each other, they were standing close to each other.

Professor Feng subconsciously thought they knew each other.

"No." Bai Ru shook her head. No

?

Professor Feng didn't ask any more questions, but looked up at Dean Shu who was still being interviewed and said, "Dean, Bai is here too!"

Professor Feng was Dean Shu's assistant, and Bai Ru had seen her in the office last time.

Bai Ru also recognized Professor Feng, and when she looked up again, Dean Shu also declined the interview and walked over here.

He was wearing a dark blue gown, a wise and gentle elder.

His temperament was clearly different from others.

"Dean Shu," Bai Wei held the phone, somewhat surprised to see him here, "You are here too?"

"Yes, the Cultural Bureau asked me to take charge of the situation," Dean Shu was also happy to see Bai Wei, his face was much kinder, "Let's go in and talk." There were

many people outside.

Bai Wei nodded, and when he turned around, he gave Jian Zhe a look.

Jian Zhe followed.

Dean Shu noticed Jian Zhe, he was slightly stunned, "This is..."

"My friend," Bai Wei raised his hand and introduced as he walked, "He is going to apply for the postgraduate entrance examination for the Chinese Language and Literature Department of Jiangnan University this year," and introduced to Jian Zhe, "This is Dean Shu."

"Hello, Dean Shu." Jian Zhe stood on the left of Bai Wei and greeted him neither humbly nor arrogantly, without the previous noise.

The temperament of the young man is very special.

Nowadays, there are very few students who can concentrate on studying Chinese.

Dean Shu looked at Jian Zhe and his heart moved. He paused for a moment, looked at Jian Zhe, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Jian Zhe, Jian for simple, and Zhe for philosophy."

Dean Shu remembered it in his heart and nodded slightly, and talked to Bai Zhu about school.

Several people chatted as if no one was around. Professor Feng listened to the name "Jian Zhe" and thought about what Dean Shu had said before. He looked at Jian Zhe's back and asked Jian Rong next to him, "Who is Jian Zhe to you?"

Jian Rong and Jian Zhonghai were still looking at Jian Zhe's back, and they had just seen the reporter interviewing Dean Shu.

Not only that, they also saw Professor Feng's attitude towards Dean Shu.

Professor Feng asked, and Jian Rong took a long while to come back to his senses, "Yes, my cousin."

"Professor Feng," Jian Zhonghai also responded, "that Dean Shu is..."

Because of Bai Mi, Professor Feng rarely stayed for a while and explained to them, "The Dean of the Chinese Department of Jiangda."

Damn it, I set the wrong time, just saw my first update? So I hurriedly posted both chapters together! I have a cold recently and my brain is really not working well. The weather is hot and cold. Everyone take care of your body. My nose and throat are no longer my own...