Chapter 50 050 Bai Xiangjun, mother and daughter meet

The staff who were fiddling with the machine were also extremely surprised, and they looked at each other.

Ren Wanxuan had already left the classroom, leaving a bunch of people behind.

As the only descendant of the Ren family, she was extremely willful in front of Ren Qian, and would lose her temper at the slightest dissatisfaction, so she naturally would not restrain herself here.

"Student Ren?" The principal did not expect that Ren Wanxuan would leave after a moment of distraction.

He called out twice, but not only did he not stop Ren Wanxuan.

Instead, she walked faster and faster.

"Principal, what should we do now?" The photographer closed the front cover of the machine with some embarrassment and looked at the principal.

Chen stood up from his seat. He glanced at Zhang Shize and said coldly, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

Then he nodded to the principal, "I'll go see her."

After Chen left, the principal looked at Zhang Shize with an unknown look, "With your mouth, can't you stop provoking her?"

"You're not allowed to tell the truth?" Zhang Shize touched his nose.

The conflict between Class 8 and the ordinary class is not one or two days.

Because of the long sword incident, he hasn't played basketball with the monitor of Class 8 recently.

"Okay, I'll handle this matter, and you two cooperate with the photographer." The principal finally glanced at Zhang Shize, feeling a headache and helpless, "It's okay, I'll go and communicate with her."

The principal also knew about the conflict between Class 8 and the ordinary class.

He asked Teacher Li to lead Class 8 in the hope of resolving the conflict between Class 8 and other classes. It worked, but not much.

The cultural and tourism promotion of Xiangcheng is very important this time. No matter who is missing, Ren Wanxuan cannot be missing.

In an instant, the three people left, and Zhang Shize looked at Bai Xi.

"Two students," the photographer said quickly, breaking the awkward atmosphere: "Let's go downstairs and take a picture of the school's thousand-year-old stone tablet."

**

Here.

The Ren family's car was right next to the school gate. Ren Wanxuan ignored what she said to the principal and got in the car directly, "Let's go to the teacher's house."

Ren Wanxuan's teacher was Teacher Qiu, and the driver knew it.

Teacher Qiu's home is in the Xiangcheng Tower area, which is a bit remote, but it is a single-family building.

When she went there, Teacher Qiu was meeting people from the Cultural and Tourism Bureau.

"This is Wanxuan. You know, she is a student I accepted in my later years," said Mr. Qiu, who was about 60 years old and had gray hair. He smiled at the people from the Culture and Tourism Bureau and said, "She is very talented."

The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau had just been transferred here and was not familiar with the Ren family.

He had never heard of Ren Wanxuan, and had never heard of Ren Wanxuan in major calligraphy competitions. He only praised her for the occasion.

Finally, the topic turned to Mr. Qiu's grandson, "It is true that heroes emerge from youth. The same is true for Bo Qing. He was nominated for the Lanting Award at a young age. Will he strive for the Lanting Award this year?"

The Lanting Award is awarded every three years, and Qiu Bo Qing was nominated six years ago.

It caused a sensation in the calligraphy world at the time.

Many people were speculating whether Qiu Bo Qing would participate this year.

"It depends on him." Mr. Qiu smiled, with obvious pride on his face.

Ren Wanxuan watched as the topic turned to Qiu Boqing after just one or two sentences.

She stood beside the teacher, lowered her head, but the smile on her face twisted for a moment.

After everyone left, Teacher Qiu looked at Ren Wanxuan and put down the teacup. His face was calm, but his eyes were extremely sharp: "I heard from your grandfather that your calligraphy has improved recently. Come up and write two for me to see."

The two came to the study, and Ren Wanxuan took the wolf-hair brush.

She picked up the brush and wrote the word "Yong" carefully.

The brushwork is exquisite, and you can see that she does have some skills, especially since she is a girl with a naturally small wrist.

In calligraphy, she is indeed a genius.

"Teacher, can I participate in this year's Lanting Award?" Ren Wanxuan put down the pen and asked.

Teacher Qiu stared at her word "Yong".

Shaking his head, "You are still too young. When my senior was your age, his writing skills were much more stable than yours. You just wait a little longer."

"Okay." Ren Wanxuan lowered her head, looking very well-behaved.

She dared to be willful in front of Ren Qian and in school.

But she didn't dare to be willful in front of Teacher Qiu. When the teacher couldn't see, there was a bit of sinisterness in her eyes.

Senior brother, senior brother again...

"Aren't you in school today?" Teacher Qiu reached out and took a copybook, and asked about family matters with a smile.

Ren Wanxuan pouted and told half of the story.

"What style of calligraphy did that girl learn?" Teacher Qiu was surprised. There were more men than women in the calligraphy world. Ren Wanxuan was a rare talented girl he had seen.

He didn't expect there was another one in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

"Guan Ge style." Ren Wanxuan asked.

Guan Ge style? When Teacher Qiu heard this, he stopped asking.

Ren Wanxuan saw that Teacher Qiu had a meeting to attend, so she took out her cell phone and sent a message to him -

[Senior, the teacher doesn't allow me to participate in the Lanting Award this year. Can you help me persuade him? ]

The other party was slow to reply: [You are too young, not yet qualified. ]

- [But you also participated at the age of 18. ]

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips.

Her ability is obviously on par with Qiu Boqing, but Qiu Boqing is known to everyone in the circle. Just because he got the nomination at the age of 18, his team publicized it.

Qiu Boqing was clearly recommended by Teacher Qiu to participate in the competition at the age of 18, but he kept delaying it.

Wait a little longer, and it will be three years later.

She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Ren Qian -

[The teacher does not agree to recommend my work this year. Is he so afraid that I will replace the youngest senior in the Lanting Award nomination? 】

**

Bai Mi here.

She cooperated with the photographer with a straight face.

"Classmate, can you show some expression?" The photographer aimed the camera at Bai Shi, a little disappointed, "Show a little expression! You are the only writing left by Bai Xiangjun in Xiangcheng! How can you be so expressionless?"

Zhang Shize stood aside, wishing he could take Bai Shi's place.

"Sister," Zhang Shize couldn't help it, he pointed at the words engraved on the stone tablet: "Don't you have any expression when you see these words? These are the words she engraved on the stone with a spear in her last battle. How can you be so indifferent?!"

Bai Shi looked at Zhang Shize indifferently——

【Try to raise your voice again?】

Zhang Shize: "..."

He looked at the photographer silently and shrugged, meaning that there is nothing I can do to help.

The photography assistant came over and slowly walked to Bai Shi's side, and whispered to her, "This is the last word she left for the Bai Family Army before her death. Just imagine, in the last battle, she asked General Chen Ye to lead the young warriors to retreat, and the remaining old elite troops died with her. Just imagine this feeling..."

Bai Shi turned her head and looked at a stone a few steps away that was more than one person tall.

This is a stone standing in the center of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

She knows this stone.

But this was also the first time that Bai Shi had seen it since coming to the school. The stone, which was more than one person tall, was full of the vicissitudes of history. The words carved on the stone by the spear were deepened by people, leaving only one sentence on it -

"Drinking wildly and killing all the bandits, one man and one arrow broke into Fengdu!"

Each word was incisive, the spear was wild and unrestrained, and every word was shocking. At first glance, I could only feel the murderous aura coming at me, showing the wild and heroic spirit of this sentence to the fullest. Under the reflection of the sunlight, it seemed that it could break through the air in the next second. Bai Shi

tilted her head and looked at this line of words for the first time.

The sunlight was dazzling, and the girl tilted her head and looked at the giant stone quietly. The cold light reflected by the sunlight made her whole person too hazy, and her graceful figure could be vaguely seen.

She was wearing a clean plain dress and a wooden hairpin to tie her hair.

At this moment, it was like traveling through thousands of years, stepping on the long river of history and fog thousands of years ago, and crossing many dangers to see this magnificent picture today.

"Got it!" The assistant looked at the photographer hurriedly.

The photographer had already seized the opportunity and took this scene, "Indeed, this scene is so good!"

Just this scene can be used as a feature film for promotion, without any editing.

"Two classmates, very good," the photographer repeatedly looked at the scene he took, then raised his head with a smile: "The sense of the lens is really great."

Just these two conditions.

They are very good in the entertainment industry, especially this girl, the emotion just now was simply straightforward.

After the shooting, Bai Mi and Zhang Shize left the school gate.

Today is Saturday, and there are still many people in the milk tea shop.

When the two of them just came out, Yang Lin was coming out of the milk tea shop, and the scars on the back of her hand were almost invisible.

"Hi." Zhang Shize greeted Yang Lin.

Yang Lin glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhang Shize was used to it.

Bai Di withdrew her gaze from Yang Lin, and the three of them walked forward together. Zhang Shize's house was not far ahead. Bai Di was going to the bus stop, while Yang Lin went to the flower shop in Zhang Shize's house to get a lily and put down the money.

Yang Lin lives in a tube building.

She walked up the long and dark stairs. The stairs were filled with dirty and messy garbage. Even in this weather, flies were still flying around.

Her home is on the fourth floor.

There are many residents on the first floor of the tube building, and there are more than a dozen families on the fourth floor.

Yang Lin's house is on the left side of the stairs. As soon as she reached the fourth floor, the old lady on the right side of the stairs opened the door. She saw Yang Lin and whispered, "I just saw your father come back."

Yang Lin nodded, her dark eyes were calm.

The old lady sighed, then handed a bun in her hand to Yang Lin: "I don't think he seems to be drunk today. Hey... wait until you grow up."

Yang Lin shook her head, she didn't take the bun.

She didn't say anything.

She just took out the key to the house and quietly went to open the door.

She has been numb to this sentence. How old do you have to be to be considered grown up?

Since she was five years old, she began to look forward to growing up.

Now that she is eighteen years old, has she grown up?

She doesn't know.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard the loud sound of the TV and the small living room was filled with smoke.

A middle-aged man who hadn't taken a shower for several days sat on the sofa. There were fried chicken and a few cans on the table, and chicken bones were scattered around the old sofa.

He must have won money.

He glanced at Yang Lin and immediately stood up, his slightly long hair clumped together. He stammered and took out a handful of change: "Xiao Lin, I'm sorry, Dad drank too much the past two days. Have you, have you eaten..."

Yang Lin ignored him.

Until she saw that the lock of her room was pried open.

She was stunned, then rushed over to open the door, and the room was in a mess.

"Bang--"

She slammed the door of the room shut and locked the door safe. She

crawled under the bed and took out a locked iron box.

The lock was intact.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

After a long while, she finally took out today's salary from the pocket of her schoolbag and put it neatly into the iron box.

Then she slowly tidied up her room, took out the bright and juicy lilies, put them in a plastic bottle, and placed it on the windowsill.

Yang Lin sat on the bed, looking at the lily quietly.

The slightly flared petals were as pure as snow, pure white and elegant, and it was the only bright color in the whole room.

She looked at it for a long time before slowly taking out the bottle of green ointment from her schoolbag and applying it on her arms, legs, waist and abdomen.

The brown paste slowly melted into the purple area.

There was a dull pain.

**

At the same time.

A car drove slowly into Xiangcheng.

Ji Mulan looked at the unchanged street in front of her expressionlessly, with little interest.

"There is news that the tourism industry is going to be developed here." The man smiled at Ji Mulan, so he came to investigate the possibility of opening a hotel here.

Hearing this, Ji Mulan sat up straight.

She looked at the man, knowing that he was always quick to get the news.

He said that the possibility of Xiangcheng's tourism industry developing was 80%.

The largest hotel in Xiangcheng is in the city center, on the 26th floor. "When are you going to meet your father and your daughter? We will live together in the future."

He pressed the elevator button and tilted his head to ask.

"Forget about my dad, he definitely won't see me," Ji Mulan said indifferently. When she mentioned Bai Di, she paused, "She has also suffered in the past two years. I hope she will know how to work hard this time."

"Don't put too much pressure on the child." The elevator door opened, the man went in, and pressed the floor button.

Ji Mulan's makeup was exquisite, and her every move was elegant.

Even though she was over 40, she still had the same charm, and she attracted a lot of people along the way.

Listening to the man's words, she pulled the corners of her mouth, but didn't say anything.

His son is very outstanding, so he can naturally say this sentence easily. If the two of them switched places, he might not be as calm as her.

After getting out of the elevator, Ji Mulan calmly reached out and made a phone call.

**

Bai Di is still in the library.

When she received the call from Ji Shaojun, she was writing the biology paper.

Biology is much simpler than physics. Even Ji Heng could answer a few questions on the senior year test.

"A-Zi," Ji Shaojun, who had just finished teaching a child on the other end of the phone, frowned as he held his drawing board, "Did you know your mom is back?"

"She called me yesterday," Bai-Zi said.

"Yes," Ji Shaojun nodded, "Come with me to meet her later, and we'll talk it out."

"Oh," Bai Di said slowly, and after hanging up the phone, she leaned back in her chair and flicked Jiang He's head, "I'm going out for dinner later, you go home first?"

Jiang He covered his head and squinted at Bai Di: "I'll wait for you."

Bai Di: "...Okay."

She waited for Ming Dongheng to rush over from Heishui Street before setting off for Wanhe Building.

Wanhe Building.

Ji Shaojun did not go in first, he sat on the stairs outside, smoking and waiting for Bai Di.

His brows furrowed.

"Uncle." Bai Shi looked at him for a while before standing in front of him and raised her eyebrows. "Why don't you go in?"

Ji Shaojun put out his cigarette and looked at Bai Shi, wanting to say

something but stopping himself. He didn't say anything, and Bai Shi just stood in front of him, reciting words while waiting for him, not in a hurry.

"There is something I need to tell you in advance, please slow down," Ji Shaojun looked at Bai Shi for a long time before patting his sleeves and standing up. After thinking for a long time, he spoke again: "Your mother brought an uncle here."

Bai Shi was a little surprised. It took about ten seconds for her to understand what Ji Shaojun meant and smiled lazily: "That's great."

This is modern times, women can divorce freely and are not bound by worldly constraints.

Bai Shi is happy for her.

Ji Shaojun hesitated here for so long because he was afraid that Bai Ti would be sad.

His father brought back his illegitimate child, and his mother was about to remarry.

He thought of ten thousand reactions of Bai Ti, but the only one he didn't expect was this one.

"Okay, you've really grown up," he sighed, lowered his eyes and patted Bai Ti's shoulder, "Come on, go in with uncle."

In the box.

Ji Mulan sat next to a man.

"Relax," the man smiled and comforted Ji Mulan, "I've asked someone to arrange it, and everything will be fine."

He found a school for her daughter according to Ji Mulan's request.

It's just...

the man is a little worried, he actually doesn't recommend that Ji Mulan's daughter go to that school.

International schools are full of students who have been admitted directly from childhood, and the competitive pressure is great. As Ji Mulan said, her daughter studies liberal arts and her grades are not ideal.

The pressure to enter this school is too great, and the gap is too big, so it is easy to be shocked.

As he was thinking, the voice of the doorman sounded, and then the door was opened.

It must be her daughter.

Ji Mulan and the man both looked up and looked at the door.

**

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