Chapter 56 056 Chinese Calligraphy Association! Have a drink with Xiao Chen

Ren Wanxuan suppressed her fear.

She walked to the principal and looked over.

The video just played to the moment when Bai Shi wrote the words. Ren Wanxuan had learned Liang style, and she could tell at a glance that the person who wrote that line of words, from the strokes to the turns, the layout was extremely delicate.

She almost understood the two words "muscles and bones" that Qiu Xuezheng often talked about at the first glance.

"How about it, classmate Bai wrote well, right?" The principal curled his legs and couldn't help but speak, "Is this what Teacher Qiu said about entering the state?"

When people nowadays write, they always learn the writing methods of the ancients.

Most people will look at the original to guess what state the ancients were in when they wrote.

The principal looked back at the second when Bai Shi wrote.

He felt that Bai Shi seemed to have suddenly realized something at that moment, and almost everyone in the audience had not reacted.

"This state is just good luck." Ren Wanxuan looked at the principal, but could not answer. She pursed her lips and looked at the principal, and suddenly took a step back.

She didn't believe that Bai Shi, who she never took seriously, would surpass her in every way.

Forget about the training class.

Calligraphy has always been her proudest point. She has been praised by the Ren family and Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School for so long. She even ignored Qiu Boqing, who was nominated for the Lanting Award -

how could she admit that Bai Shi could compare to her?

"It's just a temporary state..." She took out her mobile phone and called the secretary-general.

"What's wrong?" The Secretary-General was with Ren Qian, "Miss, are you taking pictures?"

Ren Wanxuan heard Ren Qian's voice on the other end of the phone.

She held the phone tightly in her fingers, lowered her eyes and said, "Nothing."

She hung up the phone abruptly.

This matter...

must not be known to Ren Qian.

She stood there for a long time with the phone in her hand, and then sent a message to Qiu Boqing.

[Senior, have you told the teacher about the Lanting Award? ]

At the same time.

Qiu family.

Qiu Boqing had just returned home when he received the message.

In the lobby, Qiu Xuezheng was discussing something with people from the Cultural and Tourism Bureau. Qiu Boqing did not disturb them, but just stood aside and waited for them to finish.

"Is it really impossible for Xiangcheng to apply for a calligraphy association?" The Culture and Tourism Bureau looked at Qiu Xuezheng with some regret, "So many remote places can have calligraphy associations, our Xiangcheng can't be much different, right?" There

are countless calligraphers in the country.

In addition to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, all small places have calligraphy associations, except Xiangcheng.

The Culture and Tourism Bureau has applied to the higher authorities three times, but all failed.

"It's still a little short," Qiu Xuezheng sighed, "Unless we win the Lanting Award, our Xiangcheng will be famous, and there is a chance." Winning

the Lanting Award will make the future bright.

The Chinese Calligraphy Association and even some families in Jiangjing will extend olive branches, and it will be much easier to apply for a calligraphy association for Xiangcheng at that time.

But it is still unknown whether Qiu Boqing can win the Lanting Award this year.

"I believe that Teacher Qiu can do it." The person from the Culture and Tourism Bureau looked at Qiu Boqing hopefully.

Qiu Boqing said nothing.

Qiu Xuezheng just smiled and sighed.

After the person from the Culture and Tourism Bureau left, Qiu Boqing looked at Qiu Xuezheng. He pursed his lips and was very puzzled: "Grandpa, why don't you recommend the work of my junior sister for the Lanting Award?"

"She is too frivolous now, and she is not suitable." Qiu Xuezheng shook his head.

Qiu Boqing disagreed, "You should know that girls are not born with an advantage in arm strength. It's already very good that she has trained to this level. Aren't you too strict with your junior sister?"

"If you say so," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Qiu Boqing calmly, "Have you heard of Xu Yajun from Jiangjing? She was actively invited to join the Chinese Calligraphy Association at the age of 18. She is also a girl, why is her arm strength so strong?"

Upon hearing the name.

Qiu Boqing was speechless: "How can you compare? Don't you know who her teacher is?"

Comparing her with Ren Wanxuan is too bullying. He doesn't agree with Qiu Xuezheng's statement at all.

Qiu Xuezheng shook his head. Qiu Boqing grew up with Ren Wanxuan since childhood, and they are also senior and junior brothers and sisters in the same school. Naturally, he admires the outstanding Ren Wanxuan very much.

**

School is over in the afternoon.

Lu Xiaohan was walking on the road with Bai Xi and a bunch of other people. "I want to ask Xu Xi if I can get two tickets for Mr. Qiu's speech tomorrow. Are you going?"

Zhang Shize spun the basketball nonchalantly, "Let me go."

"Who?" Bai Xi put on her headphones slowly.

Lu Xiaohan glanced at Bai Xi.

Beside him, Ning Xiao spoke silently, "Mr. Qiu Xuezheng is a very famous calligrapher in Xiangcheng."

Even Ning Xiao, a big nerd who doesn't like to be approached by strangers, knows about it.

"Oh, I'm not going." Bai Xi said lazily.

"Ah," Lu Xiaohan explained to her when she knew that Bai Shi had only been here for a little over a month, "but that was Mr. Qiu from Beicheng, a member of the Beicheng Calligraphy Association. I don't know who persuaded this big man to let him go back to Xiangcheng this time."

After saying that, she looked at Bai Shi.

Bai Shi still looked indifferent.

Lu Xiaohan was beside her and even heard Bai Shi recite a word in a low voice.

?

Very cool.

Okay, Lu Xiaohan looked at Yang Lin who was one step behind them. Yang Lin would definitely not go.

Next to No. 1 Middle School.

The black car was parked far away on the opposite side of the road.

Jiang He sat in the back seat, resting his head on the window, looking far away in the direction of the school gate.

In front of him, Jiang Fuli was looking at the computer screen with his eyes slightly closed. His cold face was getting colder and colder. Ming Dongheng was sitting in the driver's seat, wishing he could get out of the car.

But the phone in his pocket rang again.

Ming Dongheng didn't even dare to look at the rearview mirror, and quickly picked up the phone in his pocket. It was Jiang Xijue.

"What are you doing?" He got out of the car carefully and lowered his voice, "Don't you know that Young Master Jiang is reading the documents sent to him by the Gao family?"

For Jiang Fuli, the Gao family is the bottom line that no one dares to touch.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xijue didn't care about the treatment Ming Dongheng suffered, and only said: "I have conveyed the invitation from the Chinese Calligraphy Association. I hope our Emperor Jiang can give a calligraphy. Remember to tell him when you have time."

After that, Jiang Xijue hung up the phone directly regardless of Ming Dongheng's angry scolding.

The posture of throwing the pot is quite smooth.

Ming Dongheng's face was dark. Jiang Xijue didn't dare to say it, but he dared to?

He pressed his cell phone and complained to the four people in the group -

[Is there something wrong with the Chinese Calligraphy Association? ]

When have they ever seen Jiang Fuli practicing calligraphy? How dare they come here to ask for help?

In the car, Jiang Fuli pressed his brow, took out his cell phone, and was about to call the Gao family. He raised his eyes and saw a woman beside a white car not far away.

She was in her thirties, wearing a beige windbreaker, a purple lace-up around her neck, and high heels on her feet.

Very fashionable.

Jiang Fuli looked at her face for a long time, then he turned his head to look at Jiang He: "Who did your sister Bai say she was having dinner with that night?"

Jiang He leaned on the window and ignored him.

"Jiang He." Jiang Fuli called him by his full name coldly.

Usually at this time, Jiang Fuli would really get angry.

Jiang He was also afraid. He spoke silently, "Her mother."

Jiang Fuli's cold white fingers tapped the screen of his mobile phone. He looked out the window, thought for about five seconds, and called Bai Di.

"I'll be out soon." Bai Di's voice was quite surprised.

Jiang Fuli was very calm: "You go to the back door. Jiang Xiaoniao has autism. There are many people at the front door. We will wait for you at the back door."

Bai Di knew that Jiang He had autism.

He didn't doubt it, "Okay."

Jiang He, who was sitting in the back of the car: "..."

The black car's commercial vehicle slowly drove into the back door of No. 1 Middle School. Jiang Fuli's car was configured by Jiang Jing, but the license plate was a local license plate of Xiangcheng, so it was not conspicuous for daily travel.

At the school gate, Xu En, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the white car, looked at the black car.

A little stunned.

Ji Mulan was calling Bai Shi, but no one answered. She suspected that Bai Shi had blocked her.

So she said something to Xu En, but saw Xu En staring at one place in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Ji Mulan looked in the direction he was looking, but didn't see anything.

Xu En came back to his senses and shook his head again, "Nothing." He

was just hesitant in his heart. That car...

He had seen a similar one from a distance in Jiangjing. The entire body of the car was a bulletproof structure, but he had never seen the people inside. He didn't expect that there were similar cars in Xiangcheng.

**

The back door of the school.

Bai Shi had arrived a long time ago.

It was already autumn, and she pulled her school uniform jacket tightly. At this point, the sun was halfway down, and the red light was reflected.

She was standing coldly on the side of the road in her school uniform. The fingers holding the phone were also cold and white, and their shadows were cast through the curtains, as if it was a light ink painting in early autumn.

Ming Dongheng quietly parked the car beside her.

The back door opened automatically.

Bai Su stood there, looking at Jiang He lying on the back of the chair, and smiled, as if the figure in the painting had come to life.

"Why are you so weak?" She got in the car and reached out to pinch Jiang He's face.

Jiang He pursed his lips and looked up.

Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He warningly, and his slender fingertips tapped the computer faintly.

Ming Dongheng seemed to be going to the fighting arena to watch some new god competition today, so Jiang Fuli gave him a day off.

Jiang Fuli takes care of Jiang's family affairs during the day and has to go to the research institute at night. Jiang He is determined to find Bai Di.

Ji Heng also knows Jiang He, so he has no objection to going back with Bai Di.

At the intersection of Qingshui Street.

Bai Di and Jiang He get off the car. Jiang

He turns around and is about to walk into the alley, but Bai Di pulls him back by the back of the neck and raises his eyebrows: "Why don't you say goodbye to your brother?"

Jiang He: "...Goodbye."

Jiang Fuli glances at Jiang He indifferently, and then says to Bai Di: "If he has anything, call me."

After all, Jiang He is not a normal child.

After Jiang Fuli left, Bai Di took him into the alley.

The alley is long and winding, and there are many workers installing street lights today.

Bai Di was a little surprised.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. When he arrived at Ji Heng's yard, he found that the door was half open, and Ji Heng's slightly hearty laughter came from inside.

"Xiao Chen, you must eat here tonight, I'll go to the kitchen!"

Bai Di opened the door.

He saw Ji Heng sitting at the stone table, holding a pipe in his hand, squinting his eyes, and taking a deep puff of smoke. "You know what, although this tobacco is not branded, it is more powerful than what I smoked before." A

thin puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

On the stone table, there was a small bag of tobacco casually packed in a plastic bag.

Director Chen saw Bai Di coming back from outside at a glance, and his eyes lit up, "Miss Bai is back."

Ji Heng paused and smoked a little slower.

Bai Zhu knew that Ji Heng was addicted, but she didn't let him smoke too much without restraint. She said hello to Director Chen, "I'm going to clean up Jiang Xiaoniao's room."

Ji Heng pointed to a room next to Bai Zhu with his cigarette bag and said, "That's where Shao Jun used to live. I cleaned it this afternoon. Can you take a look and see if there's anything missing?"

When the two were talking, Director Chen didn't dare to speak.

Until Ji Heng asked him, "Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Director Chen didn't dare to bother Ji Heng to cook for him. He wanted to bring the cake maker over.

He was thinking about this possibility.

Ji Heng's old man's phone rang.

It was Ji Mulan.

"I've been waiting for her at the school gate and she hasn't shown up yet. Is she skipping classes again?" Ji Mulan didn't even say hello. Her voice was very cold, as if she was angry.

She was talking about Bai Shi, of course.

Ji Heng took the phone, walked out the door, raised his cigarette and took a puff, "She's back."

"Why didn't I see her?" Ji Mulan raised her voice. She wanted to say something, but then she remembered that she had just relaxed with Ji Heng, so she said, "What I mean is, I've been waiting for her. Forget it, Xu En just bought a hotel and is celebrating tonight. You two should come out first, Xu En and I will wait for you."

"No," Ji Heng said calmly, "I'm going to have a couple of drinks with Xiao Chen tonight, you can come and have a couple of drinks if you want."

After that, he hung up the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Ji Mulan's expression was very bad.

She really didn't understand why she tried so hard to create opportunities for Bai Di to meet Xu En?

Bai Di was confused, so what, but Ji Heng was also so confused?

"What?" Xu En watched her get back into the car.

Ji Mulan shook her head, not showing her displeasure, "It's okay, my dad told us to go back for dinner, but you're not used to where he lives, and he has a friend drinking with him tonight, so we should go back first."

Ji Mulan would never take Xu En to a place like Qingshui Street.

Xu En nodded slightly, he didn't have the heart to have a couple of drinks with Ji Heng and his friends.

**

Wednesday.

Qiu Xuezhen came to the auditorium of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School to give a speech in front of most of the students.

The principal greeted him in person.

Even two reporters came.

"Mr. Qiu, please sit down first," the principal took Qiu Xuezhen to the reception room and personally made tea for Qiu Xuezhen, "Thank you for your concern for us senior high school students."

He is a positive example of a well-known person in the whole Xiangcheng.

"Principal, you don't need to say more. I also grew up in Xiangcheng," Qiu Xuezhen is one of the few people who passed the exam to go to Xiangcheng, and he has achieved some success. Although he has not been back for a long time, it does not mean that he does not care about his hometown. "I am also very happy to do something for my hometown."

The principal naturally knows this.

Xiangcheng, especially the older generation, has a lot of feelings for this place.

The principal was tidying up a pile of things on the conference table. "This year, there are several top students in the school. I wonder if they have the opportunity to soar to the sky."

As he was speaking, a piece of paper floated to the ground.

"I heard from Mr. Ren that there is such a thing." Qiu Xuezhen took the teacup and blew it gently.

Just as he was about to drink, he saw the paper floating on the ground. He glanced at it casually and saw four words on the paper at a glance. He stopped moving.

"Pah--"

He suddenly put down the teacup and reached out to pick up the paper, "Who wrote this?"