Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

People who don't carry a pen to write large characters will never know how difficult it is to keep their wrists steady when lifting a pen.

Wrist strength is the most basic basic skill.

Boys and girls are inherently different, so Qiu Xuezheng thought it was a boy's handwriting when he first saw Bai Po's handwriting.

It was enough for Bai Po to write deeply, but now, Qiu Xuezheng watched Bai Po take off the egg-sized piece of metal, and then calmly put it aside.

He who practiced calligraphy has always been calm, this is the first time he has the urge to scold something!

He is not Bureau Chen, does not deal with iridium, and does not know iridium.

He can only think of iron and alloys for this silver-white metal. The size of an egg is more than half a catty, because half a catty is enough to make him doubt his life.

"No, you," Qiu Xuezheng opened his mouth, unable to hold back, "You also brought half a catty of iron in your hand..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up the iridium that had been put aside by the white scorpion, wanting to weigh it, but as soon as he got it in his hand, Qiu Xuezheng stopped halfway through his words.

"Student Bai, how heavy is this?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't figure it out, he just tilted his head.

He asked almost expressionlessly.

Bai Po put the iridium away, picked up the pen again, and when he heard this, he turned his head slightly and said casually, "It's only two catties."

"Just, just two catties?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't believe it.

Do you know what you're talking about?

"That's right," Bai Po picked up his pen and ink, and seeing Qiu Xuezheng's hesitant expression, she raised her eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"

Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Po's calm and slightly calm face.

How did she say this so calmly?

"The best way to practice wrist strength is to hang sandbags and practice balance every day," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Ke, and slowly let out a breath: "But there are very few people who can really do it. As far as I know, even Xie Jinyun can only carry a one-pound object to practice calligraphy. Even so, he is already extremely good. He is only a one-pound bag, and he won't carry it every day like you. Bai, you..."

Before seeing Bai Po, Qiu Xuezheng had only heard of a few people from the Chinese Calligraphy Association using this ancient method to practice calligraphy.

The current president of the Chinese Book Association is one of them.

Everyone who can hang heavy objects to practice calligraphy can leave a bright mark in the calligraphy world, but this practice method is only known to those few masters.

But Qiu Xuezheng did not expect that he would also meet people practicing calligraphy with heavy objects hanging in Xiangcheng.

Still two catties!

He looked at Bai Ke, the eagerness and anticipation in his eyes were very obvious.

This time at the Lanting Award, they Xiangcheng... I am afraid they will really have a place.

"That's it." Listening to Qiu Xuezheng's science popularization, Bai Po only smiled faintly.

Two catties?

Bai Po didn't understand Qiu Xuezheng's shocking point. Everyone used to practice calligraphy like this. Those martial arts practitioners hung no less sandbags than her, and two catties was still the weight she practiced at the beginning.

It is very normal for people who practice martial arts to suffer.

She just got used to this body, so she only used two catties.

In the past, her teacher wanted to grind her temper. She had been wearing a one-jin weight since she was six years old, and it changed to two catties when she was seven!

Later, the weight she carried with one hand increased exponentially.

So, now the two catties are just the beginning, and she is far from reaching her peak...

She really doesn't feel heavy.

While thinking about it, Bai Po picked up a pen and wrote another word "Xiang".

Without the shackles of iridium, she writes swiftly, almost overnight, and a "Xiang" character like a crane dancing in the sky appears vividly in front of her eyes. She likes to hide the front and close the momentum, which is obviously just a single word, which looks like thunder rolling, without anger.

Qiu Xuezheng quickly reached out and picked up the piece of paper.

Then carefully blow dry the ink.

"Teacher Qiu," Bai Po put the Langhao brush into the inkstone washing pool, rinsed it and put it aside, then picked up the iridium, lowered his eyes and slowly put it on himself, "Do you think this can win the second prize?"

She doesn't know the extent of people's research on calligraphy nowadays, and her wrist strength has not yet returned to its peak.

"Don't talk about the second prize," Qiu Xuezheng put the paper away, and looked at Bai Chi with flickering eyes, "I think you can even win the first prize this time. I'm looking forward to the selection of the Lanting Award!"

The calligraphy circle attaches great importance to the Lanting Award held every three years, and has already predicted the candidates for the first prize.

Especially about the dispute between Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun.

But Qiu Xuezheng felt that this time...

There is a great possibility that Bai Po will emerge suddenly and become the upset winner of this Lanting Award!

Qiu Xuezheng took a bunch of rice paper, packed the Langhao pen that he had treasured for many years, and forced it to Bai Po.

"Teacher Qiu, I'm writing..." Bai Po was holding a pile of paper, and was stuffed with a Langhao pen.

She wanted to tell Qiu Xuezheng that she could do without this kind of pen.

But Qiu Xuezheng didn't listen to her at all, "You go home first, practice hard, show your top form, and I will take the leave of school for you. Well, I still want to appreciate your handwriting, so I won't send you downstairs."

He invited Bai Po out, and in order to prevent Bai Po from returning the rice paper and Langhao brush, Qiu Xuezheng locked the door.

Bai Po stood outside the door with his schoolbag, pen and paper, stared at the door for a long while before going downstairs.

downstairs.

Qiu Boqing was sitting on the sofa, whispering something on the phone with someone, and when he saw Bai Po coming down the stairs, he quickly looked away.

He didn't have the slightest liking for this kind of person who was fishing for fame.

After Bai Po left, he hung up the phone and went upstairs to find Qiu Xuezheng.

"Grandpa, you have to give me a reason?" He stood outside the study door and didn't go in. "Don't you think it's a joke for a person who didn't pass the ninth grade?"

Qiu Xuezheng stood at the door, he looked at Qiu Boqing, "Don't look at the witness, you can read her handwriting first..."

"But we just take various certificates," Qiu Boqing interrupted Qiu Xuezheng, "Didn't you accept your junior sister as a closed disciple because she got the sixth-level certificate at the age of nine? She can, but Wan Xuan can't?"

Qiu Xuezheng could not refute this matter.

Because it is a fact, now is the era of seeing certificates. No matter where you go, you will write what certificate you got and how many points you got in the test.

Before meeting Bai Po, Qiu Xuezheng really thought so,

But the difference between him and Qiu Boqing is that he has experienced times when he didn't need a certificate.

"You don't need to speak for Wan Xuan anymore," Qiu Xuezheng shook his head slightly, "I have already signed up for Bai Jian, and she will go to Jiangjing with you to participate in the Lanting Award in two days."

**

On the road not far from Qiu's house, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were still waiting for Bai Po.

Ming Dongheng was not there, and it was Jiang Fuli who drove the car. He was sitting in the driver's seat, and he caught a glimpse of Bai Po holding a pile of papers. He was slightly surprised: "Why are there so many rice papers?"

It was obvious at a glance that what she had in her hand was rice paper.

"Teacher Qiu gave me practice." Bai Po sat next to Jiang He, and put the brush box into her schoolbag. There was too much rice paper, so she just held it in her hand.

Holding the paper in one hand, and resting slightly on the car window with the other hand, revealing a faint red color, lazily, there is a strange sense of mystery.

"Practice?" Jiang Fuli saw that she was seated, and started the car.

Bai Po didn't hide anything, she put her chin on the rice paper, "Practice big characters, and go to participate in the Lanting Award."

Jiang Fuli put his hands on the steering wheel. Hearing this, he seemed to be silent for a moment: "The Lanting Award? That's Tuesday. Are you going to Jiangjing?"

"Probably." Bai Ke was unclear, her voice was lazy, "stay for two days."

"Don't stay in Jiangjing for two more days?" Jiang Fuli slowly started the car, as if suggesting.

Play for two more days?

"I have to come back to class."

This seemed to be something she could do, Jiang Fuli quietly glanced at the rearview mirror.

The car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

It was close to six o'clock, Jiang He still went back with Bai Po today, Jiang Fuli knocked on his forehead behind him, and lightly warned Jiang He: "Don't cause trouble."

He visits the lab every day.

Today is no exception.

It's still early.

Bai Po was carrying a black schoolbag, holding a pile of rice paper in one hand, standing at the intersection of Qingshui Street, his white light coat was gently blown by the wind, and the hem embroidered with clusters was also swaying: "Don't worry, you go first."

Jiang Fuli stood where he was, and he looked at Bai Po, whose slender figure was as bright as the bright moon.

Some people around who wanted to talk to Bai Ke didn't dare to come forward.

Especially not far away, Mao Kun, who was squatting in place, originally wanted to look for Bai Po, but now looking at Jiang Fuli, he squatted down abruptly.

"Let's go," Bai Ke laughed, "I'll watch you go."

Jiang Fuli let out a "hmm" and returned to the driver's seat.

He started the car and left. When he turned the corner, he glanced at the rearview mirror. Bai Ke was still lazily standing there, watching the car leave.

Wait for the black car to disappear completely.

Only then did Mao Kun dare to talk to Bai Po.

"Sister," Mao Kun came over with a cigarette in his mouth, wanting to help Bai Po get the rice paper like a dog's leg, "this is..."

He looked at Jiang He.

"Jiang He, my friend." Bai Po casually placed the rice paper in Mao Kun's hand and walked into the alley.

A friend of Bai Po?

Mao Kun was in awe. He looked at the expressionless and cool kid with a ball-like Rubik's Cube in his hand, "So it's Brother Kid. Hello, my name is Xiao Mao."

Jiang He glanced at Mao Kun expressionlessly, but did not speak.

Mao Kun has now adapted well to eight catties of iridium, lifting weights like light.

Bai Po knew at a glance that his original vision was right, he was very talented, and he wasted many years.

"You don't need to use Guben ointment for the time being," Bai Po walked in the alley, took out the words and began to recite, and communicated with Mao Kun, "The next step is medicinal bath, 15 grams of Fushen, 50 grams of Yushu, fried first, 18 grams of Peilancao, 12 grams of dried ground..."

She reported a long list of drug names.

Mao Kun stared blankly at Bai Po.

Said it was too long, I didn't remember clearly.

Bai Po: "...I will send it to you later."

Mao Kun chuckled, and was about to thank him when he saw Bai Po, and the delicate-looking boy took a look at him, speechless.

Although the IQ is not very good, but I can still feel Mao Kun who is despised by Brother Kid: "..."

**

Ji Heng yard.

He hadn't returned from fishing, but Gimulin was there in a silk shawl.

She was standing in the yard with her back to the door, and when she heard the sound, she turned her head coldly and saw Mao Kun following Bai Po at a glance.

Mao Kun didn't look like a good citizen, he was the focus of the police's observation, and he had yellow hair and was flamboyant.

Seeing Bai Jian mixed with this kind of person again.

Ji Mulan couldn't help being angry, "Didn't you say that you have improved? You will study hard..."

"Snapped--"

Bai Po threw the schoolbag on the stone table, and reached out to grab the shawl that Ji Mulan carefully maintained. Ji Mulan didn't expect Bai Po to make such a big move, nor did she expect that she would do it to herself.

A stagger was caught by Bai Ke.

Bai Po grabbed Ji Mulan's collar with one hand, she was taller than Ji Mulan, her face was extremely pale, her fingers slowly tightened.

Poker face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mao Kun quickly put down the rice paper in his hand, passed a cigarette to Bai Jian, and lit up again: "Sister, calm down!"

Bai Chi let out a breath, and with the other hand he held a thin cigarette loosely, with scarlet butts dotting it.

The smoke blurred her face slightly, she tilted her head slightly, flicked the smoke with cold white fingertips, her voice was soft and slow: "Ji Mulan, your only task now is to play a good role in front of grandpa, otherwise..."

She heard voices coming from outside the door.

Throw away the cigarette casually and step on it with your foot.

Then he raised his head lazily, and smiled at Ji Mulan, like a mandala blooming in a sea of ​​blood, dangerous and charming.

Silently made a "bang" mouth shape to Ji Mulan.

Ji Mulan clutched her gorgeous shawl, watched Bai Jian return to her innocent appearance and went to open the door.

"Grandpa," Bai Po took the fishing rod in Ji Heng's hand and raised his eyebrows, "Did you catch any fish?"

Behind him, Chen Ju had a fish basket hanging on his back, and two big fish hung on the left and right sides of his waist, "Miss Bai, look, one was caught by me, and the other was caught by your grandfather."

He turned around and showed Bai Po his fish.

Bai Po looked at Chen Ju who obviously had a fish basket, and insisted on hanging the fish on his waist to display: "Come in first."

As soon as Ji Heng entered, he saw Ji Mulan. He paused, "Why are you here? Are you eating here tonight?"

"I came to ask you to go out for dinner. I'll treat Ms. Xu to dinner tonight." Ji Mulan coughed lightly. She didn't look at Bai Po, her complexion turned pale. "By the way...how did Ah Po block me."

"Dinner?" Ji Heng didn't reply to her last sentence, but said: "I want to have a drink with Xiao Chen today, so I won't go."

Ji Mulan couldn't believe Ji Heng's words.

She looked at Ji Heng, then at Chen Ju who was standing on one side with a fish hanging from his waist, and the very nondescript Chen Ju, and the yellow hair huddled in the corner...

What kind of mess are these people?

What did Bai Po learn when he returned to Xiangcheng?

Don't go to Xu En's dinner, eat here?

She worked so hard to find a relationship for them, she would rather persuade Xu En than get Ji Heng Baijiao, but the two of them didn't understand her painstaking efforts at all.

He should have known earlier that Bai Chi didn't know how to do it at all!

"Follow you!" Ji Mulan covered her neck, without looking at Bai Po, "I'm leaving."

She walked straight out of the courtyard door.

He called and asked the driver to come to Qingshui Street to pick her up.

She stepped on a brick with water on the road, and the dirty water splashed onto her leather shoes, making Ji Mulan's face even colder.

"Why did you come so late?" During the dinner, Xu En looked at Ji Mulan, "They didn't come?"

He was referring to Bai Po and Ji Heng.

"Ah Po is doing homework." Ji Mulan's expression was impeccable.

Xu En didn't care whether Bai Ji Heng came or not, and introduced to Ji Mulan with a smile, "Miss Xu, you know each other. This is Mr. Ren Qian, and this is Mr. Chen Gang."

"It's been a long time." Ji Mulan apologized to them with a smile.

Knowing that Xu En is an entrepreneur from Jiangjing, Ren Qian and Chen Gang knew that Ji Mulan would not dare to apologize. Ren Qian raised his glass with a smile: "It's okay, Mr. Xu, don't worry, I will take care of the land you want."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Yajun next to him.

Xu Yajun sat beside Xu En and didn't speak, and Xu En didn't introduce who Xu Yajun was to them.

Ren Qian didn't dare to guess casually, but he also knew from Xu En's extremely respectful attitude towards that lady that this Miss Xu was not simple.

"Everything will be troublesome for Mr. Ren," Xu En smiled, and then sighed, "I sent a name card to Mr. Chen, and I heard that he is fine this afternoon, but unfortunately he didn't come."

"Master Chen?" Xu Yajun raised his head slightly when he heard the name, "He went fishing in the afternoon."

fishing?

Ji Mulan was taken aback.