Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

"Of course," Qiu Xuezheng came back to his senses. He looked at Bai Po and explained earnestly: "As long as you are shortlisted, someone will come to you. The third prize Chinese Calligraphy Association will definitely invite you to become a member. If you want to apply for a local book association, you will definitely not be blocked. The ranking...Of course, the higher the better, let alone the first prize, the senior members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association are all possible..."

At this point, Qiu Xuezheng did not continue.

He realized that Bai Po paid more attention to Xiangcheng, so he chose this resource to continue talking.

Many children in Xiangcheng like to learn calligraphy, but it is remote and there are no teachers. It is rare for Ren's family to hire famous teachers from Beicheng to teach them, so most of them learn by themselves without rules.

"By the way," Qiu Xuezheng suddenly remembered something, and he stared at Bai Po with piercing eyes, "How old are you this year?"

"Two..." Bai Po was thinking about the Lanting Award, she subconsciously opened her mouth when she heard the words, then stopped, she closed her eyes, and remained silent for a while: "Well, nineteen."

"Nineteen." The head of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism had bright eyes.

At this age, the next time I participate in the Lanting Award, it will not be very big.

After confirming with Bai Po that she would participate, Qiu Xuezheng and the two also breathed a sigh of relief. He solemnly told Bai Po: "You should practice your pen more during this time, and your pen is still a little unstable. Next week, you have to hand in your work."

The deadline for the Lanting Awards is not long.

After Bai Po left, the principal looked at the two of them, "Mr. Qiu, Director, shall we go to eat first?"

"Okay," the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau finally showed a smile on his face. He went out and looked in Bai Jian's direction, "I'm sure I'll be shortlisted. I don't know if she and Teacher Xiaoqiu can get the third prize this time."

"19 years old is too young, I haven't asked her ccpt points just now," Qiu Xuezheng came out, he knew more inside information than the two around him, sighed: "And this time the Lanting Award Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, just that Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun are too eye-catching. But it's not a big problem, she is still young, and she will be a blockbuster in the next Lanting Award."

The principal didn't understand these things, so he just listened quietly.

"What if classmate Bai writes an even better work during this time, it would be great if she could get it. A 19-year-old third prize winner, in three years, she will go to win the first prize again," the director couldn't help laughing out loud as he thought about it. "At that time, we in Xiangcheng will be seen by them, and the Chinese Calligraphers Association will definitely allocate resources to us."

This thought is too beautiful.

Qiu Xuezheng looked at the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau speechlessly.

Before, it was fine for Qiu Boqing to win the prize every day, but now he even dared to dream of the first prize.

**

Bai Po returned to Class [-].

Lu Xiaohan was talking to others. She watched Qiu Xuezheng's speech in the morning: "Teacher Qiu is indeed my idol. The meaning of reading is why, reading for myself..."

Zhang Shize was sleeping on his stomach in the back, while Ning Xiao and Yang Lin were doing the quizzes.

Bai Po sat back on his seat, and slowly pulled out the physics exercise book from a pile of books.

Seeing her return, Lu Xiaohan abandoned the others, turned around, and asked Bai Po in a low voice: "Why is the principal looking for you again? Do you want to make a promotional video?"

"No," Bai Po lifted the pen cap with one hand, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, suddenly raised his head, and smiled at Lu Xiaohan: "Why didn't you learn calligraphy well then?"

Lu Xiaohan rubbed her nose and shrugged: "I learned a little bit from the teacher in the big character class in elementary school. Later, I learned it by myself by looking for videos on the Internet."

When she said it to the end, she was a little proud.

Everyone who learns calligraphy knows that with the guidance of a teacher, not only can you avoid detours, but you can also lay a solid foundation as soon as possible, and it will be easier to pick up a pen and write.

Calligraphy is extensive and profound, and it is difficult to improve without a teacher.

But there is not even a calligraphy association in Xiangcheng, and those who have achieved a little bit have settled in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.

Most of Xiangcheng are ordinary migrant workers, and they don't have the strength to go to Beicheng to hire a calligraphy teacher to teach their children.

The same is true for Lu Xiaohan, she is mostly self-taught.

There are almost no opportunities to hear Qiu Xuezheng's speech like today.

"Hmm..." Bai Po lowered his head, pressed the exercise book with his fingertips, lowered his eyelashes, and wrote casually on the physics paper.

Lu Xiaohan also wanted to brag to Bai Po, and found a lot of videos for self-study.

But looking at Bai Po with her head lowered, she inexplicably felt a sense of sadness in her body.

Lu Xiaohan swallowed the last sentence, only watching Bai Po slowly write the physics problem.

In fact, Bai Po spent most of the past two weeks writing biology, and occasionally Ning Xiao Youdao would communicate with Bai Po on difficult physics problems.

That's when.

The entire Class [-] suddenly fell silent.

Lu Xiaohan's back turned cold, her sixth sense made her turn around quickly, and she sat upright to take the ten-year college entrance examination and began to study the questions.

His eyes slanted, and he saw the elusive Lu Lingxi at the window.

Everyone else in the class was doing their homework seriously, only Zhang Shize was still asleep.

Lu Lingxi walked gently to his side, raised her hand——

"Ah—" Zhang Shize stood up with his ears pulled, and saw Lu Lingxi at a glance, "Mama Lu, Mama Lu, save the handsome guy for his life!"

"What time was the game last night?" Lu Lingxi sneered.

Zhang Shize: "Twelve o'clock... one o'clock... two o'clock, two o'clock 59!!"

Less than three points is his last stubbornness.

"Sleep during the day and play games at night, right? How many times have I told Zhang Shize that if you don't have a diploma in this society, you will be frustrated in everything you do in the future." Lu Lingxi let go of her hand, and said earnestly to the end, pointing to the back: "Go and stand behind me .”

Zhang Shize bitterly took the book and went to the back.

After Lu Lingxi finished speaking, he looked down at Bai Po after writing a question, and then said gently to Bai Po, "Bai Po, come out."

Zhang Shize was amazed at the speed of this face change.

"The principal said to give Teacher Qiu your contact information," Lu Lingxi told her about it, "I'll give him your number, do you think it's okay?"

this is nothing.

Bai Ke nodded.

**

Saturday.

Bureau Chen came to find Ming Dongheng. Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were not there, so he relaxed a lot in his sitting posture: "There will be another match against Mr. Bai next Tuesday. If he wins this match, he will reach third place in points."

"Tickets." Ming Dongheng poured himself a cup of tea, speaking concisely and coldly.

"It's ready." Bureau Chen took out a freshly baked ticket and handed it to Ming Dongheng.

In the past two days, he has been proud of the spring breeze. After Bai Po made a point, he managed the two affairs in Xiangcheng beautifully. Mr. Chen praised him a lot.

The two were talking.

Outside, a servant brought a woman in, "Young Master Ming, the Chinese Calligraphers' Association has arrived."

Ming Dongheng slightly raised his eyes and said "Mmm".

He himself was a cruel person, and after following Jiang Fuli's side, his aura became more and more attractive.

Bureau Chen didn't know who this Miss Xu was, and looked outside the door in surprise.

A tall woman walked in from the outside. She was wearing a plain white dress. The weather in Xiangcheng is not too hot, but she didn't even wear a coat.

After entering the door, she also lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at any place casually.

"Ming Shao," she stood aside, saw only two people sitting on the sofa, and paused, "Master Chen."

Director Chen obviously recognized the woman in front of him, and he also poured himself a glass of water, "Xiao Xu, why are you here?"

"The teacher asked me to get things." Xu Yajun was still standing aside, returning very cautiously.

Ming Dongheng knew she was coming.

He glanced at Xu Yajun, but he didn't recognize her, so he said lightly: "Sit for a while, I'll go up and get it."

Xu Yajun nodded quickly.

After Ming Dongheng left, she felt a little more comfortable and sat aside.

"By the way," the president of the Chinese Calligraphers Association is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and also writes in Liang style. He often drinks tea with the old man, and Chen Ju knows him very well, "Is President Xue still in good health?"

The servant came over and poured Xu Yajun a cup of tea.

Xu Yajun reached out to take it, thanked him, and then slowly said: "The teacher is in good health, and I went to drink tea with Mr. Chen two days ago to appreciate calligraphy and painting."

Mentioning the old man, Bureau Chen also laughed.

He looked at Xu Yajun's expression improved a lot.

Ming Dongheng took a rectangular wooden box from upstairs, and handed it to Xu Yajun, "Take it, and go back to President Xue, don't open it."

He was used to being cruel, so Xu Yajun quickly stood up and took it with both hands solemnly.

"Oh," looking at the wooden box, Chen Ju suddenly realized that President Xue used to harass Jiang Fuli and was expelled by Ming Dongheng many times, "This is for an exhibition."

He was talking.

The phone in his pocket rang.

Seeing the name displayed on it, Chen Ju's eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly: "Hey, Uncle Ji, fishing? Okay, I like fishing the most, just wait for me!"

He ignored the people in the hall, and hurriedly said to Ming Dongheng: "Mr. Ming, I have to go fishing with Uncle Ji. Put the ticket away."

After speaking, Bureau Chen walked out.

Ming Dongheng also heard Jue Chen talking to his subordinates: "Go and prepare fishing tools for me..."

Ming Dongheng: "...?"

Ji, Uncle, Uncle?

Who is this TM Chen Yongkun called?

Ming Dongheng's complexion became more and more cold, and he looked at Chen Ju's back quietly.

I rubbed my hands.

Xu Yajun who was still standing aside was also very surprised, Ji?

She searched the whole of Jiangjing, but she had never heard of anyone surnamed Ji who could make Director Chen react so strongly. Who is this "Uncle Ji"?

Ming Dongheng glanced at Xu Yajun, and said coldly, "Is Miss Xu still doing something?"

He politely called Miss Xu.

Xu Yajun didn't dare to answer, she quickly stood up straight, subconsciously looked upstairs, and said: "Don't bother Ming Shao."

After leaving the iron gate, Xu Yajun's complexion became much lighter.

A white car was waiting on the next road.

Ji Mulan was sitting in the passenger seat, looking ahead until he saw a white figure, Xu En in the driver's seat hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

Xu En got out of the car, and Ji Mulan naturally didn't dare to ask him not to get out of the car.

also followed down.

"Miss Xu." Xu En greeted Xu Yajun with a smile.

He and Xu Yajun's father are old acquaintances, Xu Yajun nodded to him, and smiled lightly: "Uncle Xu, I will stay for two days, I will trouble you this time."

Xu En knew that Xu Yajun called her Uncle Xu because of her father's sake. Xu Yajun had good manners, but Xu En didn't dare to really substitute herself as her uncle.

"This is my future wife, Ji Mulan." He introduced to Xu Yajun again.

Xu Yajun was not interested in who Xu En's wife was, and only looked at Ji Mulan when she heard "surname Ji".

Subconsciously, he remembered Master Chen's "Uncle Ji" just now.

"Where are you from Jiangjing?" Xu Yajun looked at Ji Mulan with a serious look.

Xu En was surprised by Xu Yajun's attitude, and then smiled: "She is not from Jiangjing, but from Xiangcheng. This time, I just have a project, so I came with her to meet her father."

Ji Mulan listened to Xu En's words with an impeccable smile on her lips.

It was extremely uncomfortable in my heart.

She had tried her best to escape from Xiangcheng, but she couldn't escape the shadow of Xiangcheng wherever she went.

Sure enough, after she saw Xu En mention Xiangcheng, Miss Xu's smile faded a lot.

Xu Yajun stopped asking about this matter, but got into the car.

In the car.

Xu En looked in the rearview mirror, Xu Yajun was still holding the wooden box instead of putting it on the chair, the length of the wooden box should be a scroll.

"Which master's calligraphy is this?" Xu En has done his homework in the past two days, and tried his best to chat with Xu Yajun.

Xu Yajun was stunned when he heard the words, and then shook his head: "I asked Ming Shao to get it, as for whose it is...you'd better not know."

Xu En was shocked.

As soon as Xu Yajun mentioned Ming Shao, he knew which "Ming" it was.

Only Ji Mulan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was silent, and she didn't understand most of what they talked about.

"The Lanting Award is about to start. I thought Ms. Xu would stay at the Chinese Calligraphy Association." Xu En easily changed the subject, "Congratulations in advance for winning the No.1 first prize."

At [-], Xu Yajun shined in the ccpt level [-] exam, and was invited to join the Chinese Calligraphy Association. At [-], she participated in the first Lanting Award and won the third prize.

This year is the second time to participate.

Everyone loves to hear beautiful words, and Xu Yajun was not surprised. She smiled softly, and looked out of the window: "The first prize is fine, but the first prize should go to Xie Jinyun. His wrist is stronger than mine, so I will guarantee the second prize."