Chapter 46 046 Really no need for a guzheng teacher, Wang Youfeng!

This video was sent by Ji Heng to Ji Shaorong.

Last night, their family had a rare dinner together to discuss. Ji Shaojun knew that Bai Zhu had studied guzheng for a year at the Bai family.

Now that he is back in Xiangcheng, he can't let the child not learn guzheng.

Bai Zhu was memorizing words, trying to hear clearly, but he didn't expect that today was only the second day.

Ji Shaorong arranged it.

When Ji Heng heard that he had found the best teacher in Xiangcheng, he specially sent the video to Ji Shaorong.

"Mr. Ji," Teacher Yue looked at Ji Shaojun steadily, "Guzheng is the collision of emotions and souls. The existence of Guzheng is not to show off to people, nor to curry favor with the public. It is the purest and most purest. Those who come to learn Guzheng with utilitarianism will never be able to enter the hall. Sorry, I don't want to listen."

He didn't mean to listen. He

just bypassed the stunned Ren Wanxuan and left.

"Teacher Yue, I respect your point of view, but I don't agree with it." Bai Fu turned around slowly.

She did not defend herself that she had learned Guzheng for more than ten years, nor did she explain why she did not understand Guzheng factions. She just looked at him and said, "In the thousands of years of development history of Guzheng, inheritance and promotion are the most important. But the world is diverse, and this is the charm of civilization and inheritance. While liking Guzheng, we can also like many things. People need to eat. Have you ever put aside everything about yourself and truly understand them? Why do you deny them?"

Teacher Yue paused and looked at Bai Shi indifferently, "Successful artists should marginalize themselves. The pursuit of art is their original intention, and life is a practice. I can tell you this, you will never succeed."

Originally, I came here with expectations, but I didn't expect to return disappointed.

He did not expect to have a very talented student who was devoted to learning the guzheng like Master Jian.

He only wanted the other person to have some spirit and be willing to work hard. He

did not want to have a student who was tainted with utilitarianism, lost his original heart, and had never even touched the guzheng a few times.

Since ancient times, Xiangcheng has produced famous guzheng masters, and Teacher Yue is one of them.

Even Ren Wanxuan has heard of him.

Ren Wanxuan followed to find out which famous teacher Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei found for Bai Shi. Knowing that it was Teacher Yue, Ren Wanxuan was not without jealousy.

But now -

this teacher did not recognize Bai Shi like others, did not think that Bai Shi played the guzheng well, and thought that she would never succeed.

The sourness that had just arisen suddenly disappeared.

The praise for Baishen from the school forum had accumulated in her heart for a long time, but now it finally disappeared.

She lowered her head and suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to rise. "Dad, I came to tell you that there is a parents' meeting this week. Since you have something to do, I'll leave first."

After she finished speaking, she forced herself to suppress it and left.

"What artist?" Ren Jiawei sat down with her arms around her chest, sneering, and couldn't help but say to Bai Shi: "This Yue guy is just like your grandpa, uselessly noble and bad tempered! Don't listen to him, look at your grandpa, who is always involved in art and tradition, what is he like now? He is also talking without any pain in his waist, let him perform in public and don't charge a penny!"

"Okay," Ji Shaorong looked at Ren Jiawei with a headache, "Don't say this again in the future, you will be sprayed to death."

Ren Jiawei didn't take it seriously, she was originally a vulgar person.

All art is the same to her, but for those students who study art, which subject doesn't burn money?

Bai Shi lowered her eyebrows, and listened to Ren Jiawei's words while reciting words, and occasionally nodded.

She sat in a well-behaved posture, with her slightly scattered hair softly resting on her eyebrows.

Quiet and serious.

Ren Wanxuan was used to being willful at home. Ren Jiawei had never seen anyone who listened to her so seriously and responded to her. She paused for a moment before speaking, "Don't worry, I'll go to North City to find another master for you."

Bai Zhu put her wrist on the table and slowly crossed out a word.

After thinking for a few seconds, she said to the two of them very seriously, "Thank you for running around for me, but I really don't need a guzheng teacher to teach me."

Her teacher had taught

her everything she needed to teach. The rest depended on how much she could understand.

"I know, I know." Ren Jiawei waved her hand casually, and it was not known whether she had heard it or not, "Eat first."

**

Bai Zhu returned to class after eating, and Teacher Yue's words had no effect on her.

She was just thinking about the guzheng. She

took out her notebook and drew a miniature guzheng.

Bai Xi couldn't help but turn to the black cat and couldn't help raising her eyebrows -

she wondered if Teacher Yue would dare to say to Mr. Jiang's face that his paintings were too dull and mechanical after seeing his paintings.

"Yang Lin hasn't come back yet?" In front, Lu Xiaohan turned her head and looked at Yang Lin's position, frowning slightly, "What on earth has she been doing every time?"

"You don't know either?" Bai Xi came back to her senses, she took out a pen and looked at Lu Xiaohan.

Lu Xiaohan shrugged.

After being in the same class for more than a year, Lu Xiaohan knew almost nothing about Yang Lin.

Yang Lin never talked to other people and was more introverted than Ning Xiao.

The only understanding was because of Bai Xi.

He probably only knew that Yang Lin's family situation was not good and she had been working part-time, but he didn't know much else.

Bai Di opened the pen cap and glanced at Yang Lin's position.

She thought about asking Lu Lingxi tomorrow.

She took the pen, but did not start her homework immediately. Instead, she remembered something, lowered her eyes, drew a line on the blank paper, and then pushed away the wet ink with her white fingertips, and finished the painting quickly. She

took a look, then turned on her phone, took a picture, and sent it to Jiang Fuli.

Jiang Fuli, who was checking the results, saw WeChat and clicked it casually. There was a black and white cat in it -

it was bent over, lying on the ground lazily with its eyes closed and sleeping, its tail curled up, and you could see its fluffy hair lazily spread out.

Jiang Fuli was a little silent. He was typing "very good painting".

Before it was sent out, the next second, Bai Di's message came again.

Very good, it's the cat he drew before.

The contrast is very sharp.

Jiang Fuli looked at the typed words and deleted them one by one——

【. . . 】

He clicked on the lazily lying black cat again.

Then he put the phone on the table and looked at it occasionally.

"What a beautiful ink painting!" Beside him, He Wen, who handed the experimental report to Jiang Fuli, saw at a glance the mobile phone that Jiang Fuli had placed on the table.

He was a little surprised.

Jiang Fuli took the experimental report with his cold fingertips, glanced at him, and said in a light tone: "This is drawn with a black pen."

"Really?" He Wen took a closer look and found that it was indeed not an ink painting.

He was even more surprised.

So, all afternoon, the team members who came to see Jiang Fuli knew that Mr. Jiang had received an ink painting drawn with a black pen.

It was very beautiful.

Bai Xi drew a picture casually, and frightened a group of science and engineering students in the laboratory.

**

After school in the evening, Bai Xi did not go to the library, but went directly to see Jiang He.

The other party sent her more than ten commas in the afternoon.

When Bai Xi arrived, Jiang He was holding a tablet and sending a message to someone——

[He He, tell the teacher, who added a few strokes to this painting? ]

Jiang He: [,]

——[It can’t be Mr. Jiang, nor can it be Mr. Ming...]

Jiang He: [,]

The other party sent a bunch of text guesses again. Jiang He heard someone knocking on the door, and hurriedly threw away the tablet, got up from the ground and opened the door.

Bai Xi squatted at the door, slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jiang He.

Jiang He opened it and took a look, and found a cat lying on the ground.

He blinked in surprise.

"Study hard." Bai Di stood up.

Jiang Fuli had not taken care of the laboratory these days and would not be back until midnight.

Bai Di remembered the app Jiang Fuli mentioned, clicked on this month's question bank, and the last chemistry questions popped up.

She took a look, took a screenshot and sent it over.

Jiang He had been playing with the Rubik's Cube beside her.

Bai Di finished a set of papers here, and then told Jiang He that she would come to see him tomorrow, and went downstairs.

Downstairs.

Director Chen was talking to Ming Dongheng.

"Wang Youfeng's leg injury did trigger an old illness," Director Chen received the news from the black market, and then complained to Ming Dongheng: "He is not repairing the door today, but is going to repair the floor tiles."

This time Director Chen could still believe it.

After all, Chen Beixuan really helped the old lady.

But time and time again, Director Chen felt that Wang Youfeng had bad intentions.

As the two were talking, Bai Xi came down from the building, and Director Chen stood up faster than Ming Dongheng: "Miss Bai? Are you going home? I also have something to do in Heishui Street, I will take you home?"

Ming Dongheng, who had just stood up, stared at Director Chen slowly.

His eyes were very cold.

Bai Xi knew that Director Chen often went to Heishui Street, she raised her eyes lightly, nodded politely to Director Chen: "Thank you."

Director Chen was overjoyed, and he didn't even care about Ming Dongheng who was staring at him: "Miss Bai, my car is outside!"

"Mr. Ming," Director Chen took the key, "then I will take Miss Bai first."

The two left.

Ming Dongheng stood outside the big iron gate, watching Director Chen's car drive away. Bai Di would rather take the bus than let him pick her up. Ming Dongheng thought about it for half an hour, but he still couldn't figure out -

why?

**

Qingshui Street.

Bai Di asked Director Chen to stop the car at the entrance of Qingshui Street.

When she got off the car, she saw an old man leaning against the wall, squinting his eyes and taking out his mobile phone as if to make a call.

Recognizing that this was the old man who fell on the roadside last time, Bai Di put on her schoolbag, put away her mobile phone, and supported the man: "Where do you live?"

It was getting dark.

The old man squinted and looked at the girl in front of him with a cloudy look. The other person had a cold and pale face, clear eyebrows and eyes, and was neatly dressed in the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, clean and tidy.

"Little girl," she recognized Bai Shi and smiled instantly: "It's you."

"Do you live nearby?" Bai Shi supported her easily and tilted her head slightly: "I'll take you home."

"When I get old, my legs and feet have some minor problems," the old man was a little hesitant, "Will it bother you? I'm calling my grandson to pick me up."

"No problem."

Knowing that the old lady was in a nearby alley, Bai Shi supported the person and walked forward slowly.

Director Chen slowly drove the car to Heishui Street. He saw Bai Shi supporting an old man in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but sigh. Miss Bai is really a good student.

It's just...

Director Chen looked in the rearview mirror. Doesn't the old man look a little familiar?

Before he could remember anything, the two people turned a corner in the rearview mirror and disappeared.

In less than ten minutes, Bai Ti learned that the old lady was Grandma Wang, whose ancestors all lived on Qingshui Street.

"Ah, look," Grandma Wang, wearing a loose camouflage uniform, looked even thinner. She pointed to the small yard in front and said with a smile, "That's my home. Come on, go in and have a glass of water."

She patted the back of Bai Ti's hand.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the gate, the people in the yard heard the sound. He was in his thirties or forties, with a slight stubble on his face. He was shirtless, revealing the green white tiger tattoo on his chest and shoulders.

Holding a shovel in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth, he opened the half-closed door: "Fuck, I told you to let me get it..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the girl who was supporting Grandma Wang, and he stopped talking in the middle of his words.