Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Every stage of life has its meaning

Jiang Fuli has always had a clear plan for his life. It is true that he wants to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of the world, and it is also true that he wants to take her to see the snow-capped mountains.

As the years passed, Jiang Fuli thought that he was not a person who liked to please others, but he could not hide it from her.

He lowered his head slightly, slightly blocking the light coming from the side, making his silhouette look particularly cold. His facial features, which used to be deep and inhumane, now looked softer.

Outside the window, someone was setting off fireworks, and rose-shaped fireworks bloomed in the sky.

There were very few people setting off fireworks in this area, and the sudden explosion of fireworks caused a lot of exclamations from below.

Bai Xian raised her head, her wrists were still resting lazily on the window sill, and she didn't seem to be very surprised. She had been in this world for more than a year, and Jiang He was the first friend she made in this world.

Thinking back to that night, the moonlight was very beautiful, and she and Jiang He were waiting for his brother together. The first time they met, they called him by the wrong name. This memory was too deep, but she also thought about how she was always accompanied by this person. Around yourself.

Together they walked through countless silent streets of Qingshui Street.

But Jiang Fuli is indeed the kind of person who is not close to the fireworks of the world and stands in the clouds. Even He Wen fears him and respects him. He has always been proud to the point of arrogance, such a noble man.

The fireworks outside the window were still rising, exploding in the air, and the light and fire were clearly extinguished in his eyes.

Young Master Jiang, who had always been confident and calm, was not particularly confident at this time.

The other hand was placed on her wrist outside the window. His fingers were always warm and cool, and the temperature on his fingertips was still clear and restrained.

Bai Zian looked at him for a while and said, "Go and open the door. Someone is outside."

Jiang Fuli said "Oh", subconsciously let go, turned around and walked to the front to open the door.

The food has arrived.

The manager lowered his head and served the dishes respectfully. From this window, you could still see the last fireworks.

He served the food and left quickly.

There was also a pot of tea, a purple clay pot and a tea cup.

Jiang Fuli stretched out his hand to pour a cup of tea on the opposite side as usual. He bent down very calmly and put the teacup and teapot away. The shirt outlined a slightly powerful arc on his body.

Bai Zian was still leaning against the window casually, with her hands folded, and her right hand still holding his glasses on the window sill. She was still in a very casual state. She watched Jiang Fuli pour tea and set the dishes.

The bright yellow tea soup has an obvious orchid aroma the moment it is poured out.

"Is there still a place for Lao Banzhang?" Bai Qian glanced at him and smiled.

"Well," Jiang Fuli opened the silver carving covers on the silver plates one by one, his voice sounded as calm and steady as ever, "Jiang's stores have them."

"Which season do you think is the best time to go?" Bai Zian walked to the dining table. The fireworks outside had disappeared.

Jiang Fuli didn't react, "What?"

"I said," Bai Zian sat opposite him, put his glasses aside and raised his head slowly, "when are you going to take me there?"

Jiang Fuli sat where he was, and the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart for so long and hidden in countless corners of Xiangcheng were released today with the fireworks flying outside the window, and were answered again.

"Ah," he was still in a daze, "It's okay. When do you want to go?"

Bai Zian picked up the teacup and took a slow sip of tea.

Lao Ban Zhang, which is a little older, has a mellow tea aroma and a full taste of the tea soup. You can feel the strength of the tea soup as soon as you enter it. It is dense and mellow, with a long and sweet aftertaste.

"Winter vacation, maybe," Bai Zian thought for a moment, "but that's not necessarily the case. There seems to be a summer camp during the winter vacation."

When she was speaking, Jiang Fuli finally reacted. He sat in his seat, blinked, and stood up with his right hand on the edge of the table. His sleeves were slightly rolled up, and the veins on his cold white wrists could be seen slightly bulging. He stood up, gently rubbed her chin with his calloused left hand, and kissed her lips. He almost whispered: "Okay."

**

After dinner, go back to Shanhai Apartment.

Pass by the affiliated middle school.

At this time, even students in Jiangda Affiliated Middle School are on vacation.

Zhang's mother opened a flower shop in the affiliated middle school. It was not closed at this time. It can be seen that the business was good. From time to time, delivery boys came to pick up flowers.

Jiang Fuli parked the car on the side of the road.

He has never been fond of romance, and there is no difference in his eyes between roses, roses, and foxtail grass.

Zhang Ma also felt a little oppressed when facing Young Master Jiang. She asked, "Do you still want a rose?"

Jiang Fuli nodded reservedly, holding the phone with his knuckled fingers and scanning the WeChat code displayed on Zhang Ma's counter.

Take the flowers that are offered to you.

Very fresh roses, unpackaged, with snow-white water droplets rolling on the wine glass-shaped petals, making the rouge-colored roses even redder.

Jiang Fuli returned to the driver's seat and handed a rose to the person in the passenger seat.

The Bluetooth in the car did not play boring academic papers today, but played guzheng music. It was the music of Dean Jian, who is a representative of elegance and enthusiasm.

So does his music.

Jiang Fuli tilted her head slightly. Bai Qian held a rose in her hand. The rose was placed casually against her cheek. Her other hand was slanted on the car window. Her restrained yet public face was just as described on the Internet. Just like that, when I was young, I beat the horse on the leaning bridge, and the whole building was full of red sleeves.

Sure enough, the rose will only look good if it is held in that person's hand.

**

Ji Shaojun's residence.

Mu Yining sent Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing back. Today was too thrilling for her, so she was invited by Ji Shaojun to have a cup of tea.

Shen Qing had nothing to say to the Mu family. She let Ji Shaojun talk to them while she walked to the balcony to collect her clothes.

When Dong Xiaobai came back from seeing Ren Wanxuan off, Mu Yining happened to have not left yet.

Ji Shaojun and Dong Xiaobai were both interested in art, so they stayed to have a cup of tea with Mu Yining.

The tea soup is rich. Mu Yining cannot taste tea, but Dong Xiaobai can.

He lowered his eyes and thought a little.

This is not like the tea that the Mu family would give to Ji Shaojun.

That's strange, I'd like to ask more.

Shen Qing answered cautiously, "This is the tea Xiao Jiang brought."

Xiaojiang?Which?

Dong Xiaobai still wanted to ask, but seeing Shen Qing's look, he stopped talking and talked about Ren Wanxuan with Mu Yining and Ji Shaojun.

"Are you saying that the president of the calligraphy association wants to recruit her?" Mu Yining was surprised when she heard Dong Xiaobai's words.

The Mu family doesn't study calligraphy much, but because of Dong Xiaobai, Mu Yining also knows that the Calligraphy Association is very strict in recruiting members. After all, the Calligraphy Association is controlled by Mr. Chen and the Jiang family, which is comparable to Dean Jian's status in the Chinese music world. .

She didn't expect Ren Wanxuan to be able to join the calligraphy association.

Ren Wanxuan looked at the stern Ji Shaojun and was not used to his attitude. She lowered her eyes and said, "Good luck."

She knew that Bai Qian was also good at Liang Ti. She wondered if her calligraphy had improved this year.

"There is a little bit of luck," Dong Xiaobai smiled. Ren Wanxuan's temperament was much different, and calligraphy also required a certain amount of talent. Ren Wanxuan was not talented enough, but because of the relationship between the Dong family, the president of the calligraphy association was willing to give him some face. The calligraphy world is I really like Liang Ti. "My dad didn't learn Liang Ti himself, but he liked Wan Xuan quite a lot."

Many people in the Dong family study calligraphy and painting, but few can seriously learn Liang Ti.

There is not even a single girl among them.

There is no way, girls are born with weak wrist strength, and the only girl who is good at Liang Ti in Beijing is Xu Yajun, the disciple of the vice president.

"The Chinese character "Axi" is also very beautiful." Shen Qing said suddenly while they were talking.

Ji Shaojun actually heard from Ji Heng that Bai Pian practiced calligraphy by hanging Xuan Tie every day for a period of time last year, but Ji Shaojun saw that Bai Pian's calligraphy only had Guange style.

Is the Ji family's genes so good?

Dong Xiaobai looked at Shen Qing, "What she wrote is..."

"What's the name of the pavilion..." Shen Qing heard Tang Ming and others say that the students in their science class were disliked by the teacher every day because they couldn't find the answer because of what kind of calligraphy Bai Jian practiced.

"Guange style," Dong Xiaobai knew what it was as soon as he heard it, but he also lost some interest. "It's a bonus for girls to practice this word."

He and Mu Yining didn't stay at Ji Shaojun's house much.

The two went out and got into the car together.

Because Shen Qing mentioned Bai Qian, Dong Xiaobai asked a few more questions about Bai Qian.

"The top scorer in the college entrance examination?" He was very surprised and sat upright from the passenger seat. "Then what did your old man say?"

Mu Yining shook his head.

Dong Xiaobai sat down again, "He won't come out even if he's the top scorer in the college entrance examination? But... your cousin's genes seem to be much better than yours. The top pick can hang a plaque and join the clan. It's a pity that I'm going back today. The Dong family, otherwise I would still be able to see your niece."

Although he has never seen it, he is a little curious about Bai Zian.

Mu Yining also felt strange when she said it: "You won't be able to see her even if you go. She seems to be busy today. It's hard for me to see her."

"It's a seven-day National Day holiday. No matter how inhumane a company is, it's time for a holiday. She just finished her college entrance examination and is still a student, right? What's wrong?"

Mu Yining didn't know what the specific matter was.

Ren Wanxuan can see through Ji Shaojun's two nieces at a glance, but Bai Qian is always unpredictable.

**

The seven-day National Day holiday sounds like a lot, but it disappears in a blink of an eye.

Many people wake up on the morning of the eighth day, wishing they could have a time machine in their hands. With one click, they can return to the first day of vacation and start over.

In the same class, Tang Ming raised his hand and swore, "It's true. I copied it and put it in the book. Brother Ding must have handed it in accidentally."

As soon as Ding Wenyang arrived in class, a big pot was placed on his head.

The rest of the class were discussing something with each other. A group of people gathered around Gao Yuan, and sometimes people exclaimed, "130 million points? What about you, Wang Xin, how many points do you have?"

"Just a hundred."

"It's quite a few," the people around Gao Yuan said, "I'm sure there will be some of you in the midterm test."

Ding Wenyang sat beside Tang Ming in confusion, listening to their conversation, and remembered something and asked Tang Ming, "How many points are there on your app?"

"What's the score?" Tang Ming rolled his eyes. He changed the topic of holding Ding Wenyang's blame, and put his hand on Ding Wenyang's shoulder, "Tell me about it."

"Don't you know about the app of the preparatory camp? In the future, we will enter many group competitions, and the remaining places will be based on the overall score list. I now have 90 points." Ding Wenyang said about his score, he was quite proud.

The test bank for newcomers is only for one year. In the future, if you want to get points, you can only do the challenge test bank.

Parts per million are a watershed.

A total of 800 million points can lead to the top twenty, and a total of 900 million points can lead to the top five.

Forty before 700 million, eighty before 600 million.

……

The first thousand of 100 million.

90 is now considered the top 20. On top of this is the gathering of geniuses from all over the country in the past 1 years. More than [-] registrants have reached the top [-] in one year. Ding Wenyang is also rarely contented.

"You are so awesome." Tang Ming praised sincerely.

"It's okay. If you don't know anything then, you can ask me." Ding Wenyang felt a little overwhelmed by the praise, and suddenly he saw Bai Qian sitting next to him.

She was sitting lazily. It rained after the National Day and the weather in Jiangjing became cold. She wore a sky blue satin jacket, her hair was pulled back lightly, and she was reading a paper.

wrong.

Ding Wenyang suddenly became excited. He took out his mobile phone, opened the blue app, and searched for "白芹".

Not found.

Very strange.

Ding Wenyang took his cell phone again and randomly searched for Tang Ming's name. This time he found it quickly.

[Account name: Tang Ming

Points for this month: 58741

Total points: 1987449

Attention: 5

Number of fans: 2]

Ding Wenyang stopped at this page for a long time, his fingers paused here, then he came back to his senses and searched for Ning Xiao with trembling fingers.

Hey, I won’t challenge myself anymore. There is another chapter tonight, and it will probably be later today. Everyone will come and read it around nine o’clock.