Chapter 49: There is no such thing as too many talented disciples
Su Wanman always pays attention to her little daughter's every move, hoping that her daughter can feel their sincerity and integrate into this family as soon as possible.
Sensing the emotion in Meng Anran's eyes, Su Wanman walked over to her, touched her soft, shiny, black hair, and said with a gentle smile, "Anran, can I help you tie your hair?"
Meng Anran shuddered, "No need, I'll just tie it into a high ponytail."
"When Zhenzhen was little, I braided her hair every day. Mom wants to braid your hair too."
Facing the hope in Su Wanman's eyes, Meng Anran pursed her lips and finally nodded.
Su Wanman was immediately delighted and happily helped her daughter tie her hair.
Feeling the tingling sensation on her scalp was like a feather tickling Meng Anran's heart. It was the first time since she was a child that someone had helped her tie her hair.
Could it be that... all mothers in the world will braid their daughters' hair?
Bai Yujin doesn't know how to do that. She has never even chosen hair accessories for Meng Anran.
The servants of the Lu family were all extremely respectful and did not dare to overstep the line. Who would dare to offer to braid the eldest daughter's hair?
So Meng Anran had long hair starting from the age of two, and she would tie it into a high ponytail every day. She had never had beautiful and complicated braids like other girls, nor had she worn exquisite and gorgeous hair accessories.
I was so focused on studying hard to get first place and win my parents' approval that I didn't even have time to dress up.
Lu Yi would occasionally get some beautiful headdress from somewhere and throw it to her, but she never used it once.
"Okay." Su Wanman moved quickly and took out a mirror for Meng Anran to look at herself.
The girl in the mirror had smooth skin, and a few strands of hair on her temples made her oval face look softer. Her high ponytail was youthful, but more textured than the ones she usually tied herself, and her head was fluffy and full.
She raised her hand and touched it. She didn't know how Su Wanman did it, but the hair on both sides only joined the ponytail at the end. She had a lot of hair to begin with, and now it looked even more.
"Now that you're in high school, I won't braid your hair anymore." Su Wanman's eyes were full of love. She touched Meng Anran's long hair and said with emotion, "Your hair is so beautiful. If you had been with me since you were a child, I would definitely braid your hair in a different style every day."
As he spoke, there was a hint of sadness in his tone, as if he was regretting that he had missed his daughter's childhood.
Meng Anran was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Mom. I like it very much."
Su Wanman's eyes suddenly brightened, and all the sadness disappeared. "As long as you like it, let's go out quickly, don't be late."
Mengrong hummed a tune while driving, taking her children to school, and the scenery along the way became even more beautiful.
Meng Chenghong and Meng Anran were sitting in the back row when they suddenly asked, "Second sister, when can I see Grandpa Wu again? Didn't I behave well last time? Doesn't Grandpa Wu want to play with me anymore?"
Meng Anran chuckled, "How could that be? Grandpa Wu is just an old stubborn man. I'll call him in a few days and ask him to come over."
Meng Rong suddenly stopped laughing. Mr. Wu Chongxi, a famous calligraphy master in China, was actually turned into an old stubborn person in the mouth of his little daughter?
If someone heard this, they would probably criticize me!
"An Ran, Mr. Wu is well-known and highly accomplished in the art world. There's also a 40-year age gap between you and him. Wouldn't your casual words make him uncomfortable?"
Meng Rong was not preaching. He was just worried that his daughter was inexperienced and didn't understand the ways of the world, so he just gave her a little reminder.
Meng Anran smiled, "Dad, have you ever seen anyone use honorifics and polite language when chatting with friends?"
This sentence made Meng Rong speechless.
Meng Anran has been in the Beijing circle for many years and has dealt with countless executives and dignitaries. He has a keen eye for people and knows how to treat different people in the right way. He can be said to be very versatile.
Wu Chongxi has been a widow for many years and has no children. She wanted to take in an apprentice to inherit her legacy and take care of her in her old age, but she has never been able to fulfill her wish.
I have no relatives or friends around me, and what I want most is someone who can get along with me regardless of my status, background, wealth, status, and we can talk about everything, joke with each other, and care about each other.
Meng Anran plays such a role. Every time they meet, Wu Chongxi clamors to take her in as his disciple, but she always refuses and even complains that the old man is too boring.
Over time, not only did they not break up, but they became close friends regardless of age. In front of her, Wu Chongxi didn't look like an elder in his sixties or seventies at all, but clearly a bad friend who was prone to throwing tantrums.
When Meng Anran arrived at the classroom, there was a thermos on the desk with a note on it - remember to take your medicine.
The signature is Qin Mu.
Meng Anran chuckled, put the sticky note into the drawer, unscrewed the thermos, exhaled the hot steam, and drank it in small sips.
Taking advantage of this time, don't forget to call Wu Chongxi.
The old man got up early and was practicing Tai Chi in the yard. His voice was filled with joy when he received the call: "Xiao Anran, I was just about to contact you! I've decided. To meet my apprentice, I'm moving to the city! Find me a house quickly, or I'll just come to your house and take over your room!"
Before Meng Anran could even open her mouth, the person on the other end started talking babble. She laughed and replied, "Okay, okay, okay. Pack your luggage and we'll send a car to pick you up tomorrow."
"What about my apprentice?"
"He has to go to school. Wait until the weekend and I'll take him to my house to become my disciple."
"Remember to bring your apprenticeship gift, or I won't drink your apprenticeship tea!"
"Tsk, I've already given you a villa, but you still want a gift for becoming my disciple?"
"Let's be fair, I will only accept the apprenticeship gift if it's personally chosen by the apprentice!"
Meng Anran rubbed his brows, feeling helpless, "I know, you're the only one who's in trouble."
Wu Chongxi laughed heartily with satisfaction and asked, "Is Qin Mu coming? I'll cook, let him come over for dinner!"
"He's busy, how can he have time to deal with an old man like you?"
"That's too much. You can't refuse to bring him to see me just because you're jealous of his higher talent than you. Of course, if you also want to become my disciple, just ignore what I said."
Meng Anran rolled her eyes, "I've already given you an apprentice, and you're still not giving up?"
"There's no such thing as too many talented apprentices! At worst, I can let you be the senior sister!"
Of course Wu Chongxi did not give up. After so many years in the art world, it was rare for him to meet someone as talented as Meng Anran.
If Meng Chenghong is a genius, then Meng Anran is a born artist with an innate high-end aesthetic.
If you are willing to learn from him, you will surely become famous within ten years and become an everlasting star in the calligraphy world.
What a pity, he has been talking about this for several years, but Meng Anran is not interested and spends all day working on her career to increase her assets.
Humph, money is just a vulgar thing that is easily obtained. What is there to pursue?
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