"Have you changed your mind?" Old Master Jiang sat up straight.
"That's not the case." Meng Fu leaned back. She remembered that Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan had always wanted her to take Yu Yong as their master.
Go learn to paint.
She thought about it, lowered her head, and replied to President Yan——
[Brother, why are you sending me something again?] 】
President Yan: [Some small things, it’s okay, these things are just numbers to your senior brother. 】
Meng Fu looked at President Yan's words, fell into deep thought, and then sighed.
Her senior brother is truly so respectable.
Jiang Yu was driving the car. He first sent Zhao Fan to her residence before driving to Jiang's house.
Old Master Jiang wanted to invite Zhao Fan to the Jiang family for dinner, but Zhao Fan got a headache when he heard the Jiang family, especially when he saw Jiang Xinran, he felt even more heartbroken. He didn't want to go, so he asked Jiang Yu to take her home.
...
...
Su Di parted ways with them at the airport. He returned to Meng Fu's rental house and continued to make pastries.
On the other end of the phone, President Yan didn't care about the gift He Xiyuan sent.
Meng Fu is the only little sister in the whole sect. Who else could He Xiyuan give these things to if not her?
"President, when will your course start?" Someone knocked on President Yan's door outside.
President Yan put down his phone and thought for a moment, "Tentatively set it for 8pm, just in time for the semi-finals to be announced."
During this period, Meng Fu would help him practice drawing every day.
Her painting skills are getting better and better.
President Yan originally thought that his eldest disciple He Xiyuan was extremely rare, but Meng Fu was not bad either. Her temper and other aspects were to his liking, and most importantly, she was a female disciple.
As soon as he was happy, he began to prepare to give lectures to the T City Painting Association.
It was extremely rare for senior members of the Beijing General Association to attend classes at the Beijing Association, let alone at the T City Painting Association branch. When the news came out, not only the T City Painting Association, but even people from neighboring provinces and cities rushed over just to listen to President Yan's class.
**
Half an hour later, the car arrived at Jiang's house.
Mr. Jiang had discussed the time with Su Cheng before. He originally wanted to hold a banquet for Meng Fu throughout the entire Sunday, and it just so happened that Meng Fu also had a variety show at that time.
He just didn't expect that Meng Fu would disagree.
Mr. Jiang was a little depressed.
Jiang Quan is not at the Jiang family. As Jiang's company is raising funds recently, Jiang Quan has been very busy. Only Yu Zhenling is at home.
Seeing Mr. Jiang and Meng Fu coming back outside, Yu Zhenling was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said very stiffly: "Dad."
After saying that, he turned to Meng Fu again, a little embarrassed, "Fu'er, why are you back today?"
"We won't be holding a big banquet for now. We'll invite Ms. Yang to dinner at home tonight. She finally agreed to come." Mr. Jiang answered for Meng Fu. He turned to Yu Zhenling and said, "Please inform Xinran. She hasn't been back to see her mother in the past two years. Let her come back today."
When Mr. Jiang said the first half of the sentence, Yu Zhenling was still wondering who Ms. Yang was.
After hearing the second half of the sentence, Yu Zhenling realized——
He was talking about willow catkins.
Jiang Xinran's biological mother.
Hearing this, Yu Zhenling forgot about Meng Fu and felt a little annoyed. She responded absentmindedly.
She has always been resistant to Yang Hua, after all, she is Jiang Xinran's biological mother.
I wonder if Jiang Xinran will favor Yang Hua after she appears.
After learning about Yanghua, Grandpa Jiang Quanjiang and Yu Zhenling went to Wanmin Village. The roads there were all muddy and there was nothing in the village. If they wanted to buy a bottle of water, they had to drive to the town.
In the past two years, she has been avoiding Jiang Xinran from meeting Yang Hua. According to her plan, Jiang Xinran has never mentioned Yang Hua and has never returned to Wanmin Village.
Unexpectedly, today, Mr. Jiang wanted to take Yang Hua over.
Yu Zhenling subconsciously grabbed the bag, unconsciously pushed her hair aside, and pursed her lips, "Dad, then I'll go find my brother and the others."
Yu Zhenling was about to leave, but Mr. Jiang didn't say anything.
He just told Jiang Yu, "Decorate the house. I'll prepare the menu. Tell Jiang Quan and the people on the board of directors to come to the house for dinner in the evening."
"Okay, old man." Jiang Yu smiled.
He has been following Jiang Quan and probably knows why the old man is so serious.
Ever since it was discovered that Meng Fu and Jiang Xinran were mistakenly taken away, Mr. Jiang wanted to invite Yang Hua to T City, but Yang Hua acted like she grew up in Wanmin Village and refused to come no matter what.
At that time, Meng Fu was unwilling to go back, and the situation remained deadlocked.
After more than two years, Yang Hua finally agreed to come to T City. She had raised Meng Fu for so many years, so the Jiang family was naturally very grateful to her.
**
Yu family.
When Yu Zhenling arrived, Yu Yong was not there. She made a phone call and found out that Yu Yong was at the Painting Association.
She hurried to the Painting Association again.
As the vice president of the Painting Association, Yu Yong was in the office at this time, busy with the evening speech.
"What do you want from me?" Yu Yong put down what he was holding and let her in.
"Are you busy today?" Yu Zhenling didn't answer. She just glanced outside and said in surprise, "I just ran into a lot of senior executives on the road, and there were a lot of cars parked outside the door."
As Yu Yong's sister, Yu Zhenling often came to the Painting Association and knew many of the association's senior leaders.
In the past, the threshold for joining the Painting Association was high, and only students could join.
It was the first time she saw the Painting Association so lively.
"Well, the president should have a speech today," Yu Yong had just received the news, "quite a few people came back today, and the other two vice presidents who were out of town also rushed back."
"The president is giving a speech?" Yu Zhenling was stunned. "Is it President Yan?"
Her talent in Chinese painting is not as good as Jiang Xinran's. Although she has not joined the Painting Association, she is also a member of the art circle and is very familiar with the Painting Association. Naturally, she knows that President Yan is a senior executive of the Beijing Painting Association.
The Beijing Painting Association is also a dominant force in the capital.
The lifelong hope of the Yu family is that someone can be admitted to the Beijing Painting Association. Not to mention that the Yu family can move to Beijing in the future, even if they are exiled to T City, they can at least hold the position of vice president like Yu Yong.
"It's him. Not only T City, but even the Beijing Painting Association was shocked today." Yu Yong straightened his expression.
Chairman Yan is one of the three giants in the Beijing Painting Association. Yu Yong has worked in the Beijing Painting Association. Others may not know this, but he knows Chairman Yan's status in the entire Beijing circle.
Especially since President Yan has a disciple that almost no one else dares to mention...
However, Yu Yong naturally had not reached this circle and did not know who President Yan's extraordinary disciple was.
President Yan is a master of Chinese painting, but he has an eccentric personality and is not short of money. He never teaches classes and only publishes one painting a year. Most of his paintings were donated to the Beijing Painting Association Library, and a small part was sold at auction. The most expensive painting, A River and Mountains, was sold for 70 million yuan.
This value alone is something that no one in the entire painting association can achieve.
Apprentices who want to become his disciples can line up from the capital to the federation, and even Yu Yong is no exception. Unfortunately, let alone accepting disciples, President Yan doesn't even want to attend a class.
Now he is actually willing to teach in T City. It is just a small scene now. When it comes to the evening, you will know what it means to have a gathering of literary masters.
At this point, Yu Yong continued to look at Yu Zhenling, and then he remembered something important: "Why are you looking for me so urgently?"
Yu Zhenling was still thinking about President Yan.
Hearing this, he frowned slightly and said, "The old man has brought the family from Wanmin Village here today, and is going to have a meal at the Jiang family in the evening. I'm here to ask you to go to the Jiang family for dinner."
Seeing that Yu Yong didn't remember, Yu Zhenling reminded him, "It's Meng Fu's adoptive mother, Yang Hua."
"They?" Yu Yong was surprised. "Why did you take it over today? Didn't the old man say that he would hold a meeting this weekend?"
"Meng Fu has something to do this weekend and has to go out to film." Yu Zhenling was reluctant to mention the matter of Meng Fu.
"Just Yang Hua? Did the old man invite anyone else?" Yu Yong straightened his expression.
Before Yu Zhenling came, she also asked a few questions. After hearing what he said, she shook her head and said, "He said it was a family dinner, with Yang Hua and Meng Fu's cousin, the orphan."
Recently, Yu Yong also wanted to repair his relationship with Meng Fu.
If it were an ordinary day, Yu Yong would have left.
But today…
The old man hasn't invited anyone from other families, except Yang Hua and that cousin, an orphan and a widow.
not worth.
"It's not easy for the president to come here," Yu Yong shook his head, "I won't go. I'll pay him a visit tomorrow. By the way, you should also tell Xinran about this. She must not go back at night. I'll try to get her to meet with President Yan."
Yu Yong never expected President Yan to accept Jiang Xinran as his disciple, but if he could get some advice from President Yan, that would be Jiang Xinran's good fortune.
Yu Zhenling touched her phone and pursed her lips, "Okay, I'll talk to Xinran."
At No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Xinran is still in class.
When Yu Zhenling called her, she didn't answer. During lunch break, she took her phone out and called Yu Zhenling back, "Mom?"
Yu Zhenling did not hide anything and told the whole story from beginning to end.
"And your cousin, whether she wants to come back or not is entirely up to you." Yu Zhenling said slowly.
After listening to this, Jiang Xinran paused for a moment while holding the phone. Ever since she knew that she was not Yu Zhenling's biological daughter, Jiang Xinran was afraid that one day her identity as not the eldest daughter of the Jiang family would be exposed.
Fortunately, with Yu Zhenling and the Yu family around, this matter has never been exposed.
She had been pampered for so many years that she couldn't accept that her biological mother was an illiterate country woman.
It is even more unimaginable how her classmates will look at her when her identity is exposed one day.
In a place that Yu Zhenling couldn't see, Jiang Xinran's nails almost pierced through his palm.
Her eyelashes drooped, her expression was solemn, but her voice was as gentle as ever, "Mom, President Yan's class is very hard to come by..."
"Then you can stay with your uncle. I'll go talk to your grandfather." Yu Zhenling heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this. At this point, her voice became even slower: "Don't worry, your grandfather won't blame you."
**
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
The car that Mr. Jiang sent to pick up Yang Hua has arrived in City T.
In the car, the driver saw that the road ahead was blocked in the city center, and he couldn't help but comfort the two people in the back seat, and his tone was very respectful: "Mrs. Yang, I don't know why there is a traffic jam ahead, don't worry."
In the back seat, Yang Hua was a little uncomfortable with this car. She couldn't help but flick her hair and said, "Okay."
Beside her, Meng Xun pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose and continued to look down at the book in her hand.
Because of the traffic jam, it was delayed until 5:30 when the car slowly arrived at the Jiang family’s gate.
The Jiang family’s gate is still as glorious and noble as ever.
Yang Hua looked a little nervous about the gate, but Meng Xun just reached out to close the book in her hand, looked up at the gate, and didn't seem nervous at all.
The driver withdrew his gaze and quickly opened the car door.
Inside the house, the old man had already received the news and came to greet him outside the door, "Ms. Yang, you are here. This is Ah Xun, come in quickly."
He was holding a cane in his hand and his face was flushed.
He was especially kind to Meng Xun.
The old man never missed a minute of Meng Fu's show, so he naturally knew about Meng Xun, who had half a wall full of award certificates. In the Meng Fu super topic area on Weibo, there are still screenshots of the wall full of award certificates.
The old man knew that Meng Fu was very good to his cousin, so naturally, he was also very good to Meng Xun.
"Thank you." Yang Hua followed Mr. Jiang in. Even though the old man was very enthusiastic, she still seemed very reserved.
She was wearing a thin black cotton jacket today, which she also made herself. It had no brand and the fabric was a bit rough, but the style looked very good.
It was not until she saw Meng Fu lying on the sofa that Yang Hua's reservedness relaxed a lot and she started chatting with the old man.
Grandpa Jiang had only seen Yang Hua in Wanmin Village before, but at that time Yang Hua was quite indifferent. He just fed the ducks and didn't speak. Later, they were asked to leave by the village chief.
After chatting with Yang Hua for a few minutes today, he unexpectedly discovered that no matter what he said, Yang Hua could always chat with him.
When checking the information of the Meng family, Grandpa Jiang naturally found out that only Yang Hua and Meng Xun were left in the Meng family. Yang Hua was just a village woman in Wanmin Village, and her information was not particularly rare.
"Sister." Meng Xun took a book and sat next to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu took a look and saw that it was the Origin of Mathematics. She looked at Meng Xun and stood up calmly, "Come up with me."
Downstairs, Mr. Jiang and Yang Hua were still chatting.
upstairs.
In Meng Fu's room, Meng Xun put down the book and looked at Meng Fu worriedly. Noticing that her face looked fine, she was slightly relieved: "How much incense have you made recently?"
"Not bad." Meng Fu leaned on the table.
Meng Fu had her own ideas, so Meng Xun didn't ask any more questions. She remembered the question Meng Fu had given her, "Are you in school?"
Meng Fu nodded without saying anything.
Meng Xun: "...taking the college entrance examination next year?"
"Otherwise?" Meng Fu glanced at her. She took the college entrance examination just for her fans to see.
Meng Xun was a little overwhelmed. In her impression, Meng Fu would not take the college entrance examination: "...I have to think about how to keep my second place."
"Well," Meng Fu held the phone and remembered something, "Speaking of which, I found a master."
"Master?" Meng Xun raised her head.
Meng Fu tapped on her phone and smiled, "He's from the Painting Association. He's a very nice person. He also has a senior brother who's an even better person."
As she spoke, the phone beside her rang.
It’s President Yan.
"Are you coming to attend a class tonight?" President Yan sat in front of the computer, "And take your brother's things away."
"Listening to a class?" Meng Fu stood up straight. "What class?"
President Yan was very patient with Meng Fu: "I have two points to talk about in the Painting Association class, starting at 8 o'clock."
"Teacher, my mother is here today, and my grandfather is here too," Meng Fu looked downstairs, "The situation is a little complicated, I can't go to your class, how about this, I'll come find you after dinner and wait in your office, okay?"
On the other end of the phone, President Yan stood up.
He accepted Meng Fu as his apprentice, and everything went smoothly. Until now, only He Xiyuan knew about it.
If it were in the past, if he asked Meng Fu to come, she would definitely come. Meng Fu, as a disciple, was much more obedient than He Xiyuan.
Hearing Meng Fu's words, President Yan narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly: "Where is your home?"
Meng Fu was stunned. She stood up straight and corrected her expression. "Teacher, this is against the rules."
Meng Fu knew that Mr. Jiang had always been worried about her, and had once asked Jiang Quan to let her take Yu Yong as her master.
But Yu Yong never agreed.
In the morning at the airport, Meng Fu planned to find time to take Mr. Jiang to visit Chairman Yan.
She didn't expect President Yan to come to see her.
"There's nothing wrong with the rules. He's your grandfather, and he's a generation older than me." For the first time, President Yan felt that he was so shameful. "My class will be taught by my assistant. I'll make up for it for two hours tomorrow. I promised you before that I won't hold the apprenticeship banquet for the time being."
After President Yan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Meng Fu wasn't sure whether he was angry or not, so she opened WeChat and told Su Cheng about it.
Meng Fu: [What should I do? 】
Su Cheng: [Take grandpa to pick up President Yan. 】
Meng Fu let out an "ah" and looked at his phone, not knowing what to say.
It’s that broken heart of Mr. Jiang.
"Sister?" Meng Xun, who was reading a book, turned around.
"It's okay," Meng Fu raised her hand towards Meng Xun, "You continue reading. I'll go downstairs to pick someone up with Grandpa."
Meng Fu opened the door, left the room for Meng Xun to read, and went downstairs directly.
Downstairs, Mr. Jiang was having a pleasant conversation with Yang Hua.
Meng Fu raised her hand and said, "Grandpa, will you come with me to pick someone up?"
Mr. Jiang was stunned. He immediately stood up and asked, "Who?"
"My teacher." Meng Fu lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to President Yan.
Mr. Jiang thought that it should be a teacher from Meng Fu's school. He originally wanted to invite Meng Fu's head teacher. When Meng Fu said that, he straightened his face and said, "Let's go."
Half an hour later.
Painting Association back door.
Mr. Jiang turned his head and looked at Meng Fu: "Don't tell me...your master is here?"
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