Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

This video was sent by Ji Heng to Ji Shaorong.

It was rare for their family to have dinner and discuss together last night. Ji Shaojun knew that Bai Po had studied guzheng in Bai's house for a year.

Now when I go back to Xiangcheng, I can't let the children not learn the guzheng.

Bai Po was memorizing the words on the side, focusing on two tasks, but he couldn't hear clearly. He didn't expect that today was only the second day.

Ji Shaorong arranged for it.

Ji Heng heard that he had found the best teacher in Xiangcheng, and specially sent the video to Ji Shaorong.

"Mr. Ji," Mr. Yue fixed his gaze on Ji Shaojun, "Guzheng is the collision of emotion and soul. The existence of Guzheng is not to show oneself to people, not to make a sensation, it is the cleanest and purest, with a utilitarian mind. People who learn Guzheng will never reach the palace. Sorry, I don’t want to hear it.”

He had no intention of listening.

Directly bypassing the stunned Ren Wanxuan to leave.

"Mr. Yue, I respect your point of view, but I don't agree with it." Bai Po turned around slowly.

She didn't justify that she had learned guzheng for more than ten years, nor did she explain why she didn't understand the guzheng faction, she just looked at him, "Inheritance and promotion are the most important thing in the development history of guzheng for thousands of years. But the world is diverse. Sexuality, this is the charm of civilization and inheritance. While liking Guzheng, we can also like many things. People need to eat. Have you put aside everything about yourself to understand them in a real sense? Why deny them? "

Teacher Yue stopped, and he looked at Bai Po lightly: "Successful artists should marginalize themselves. Advocating art is the original intention, and life is a practice. I can tell you this, you will never be successful."

Originally, I came here today with expectations, but I didn’t expect to return disappointed.

He didn't expect to receive a student who is very talented and likes to study guzheng seriously like Master Jian.

He only needs the other party to have a bit of aura and work hard.

Instead of accepting a student who is tainted with utilitarianism, lost his heart, and hasn't even touched the guzheng a few times.

Since ancient times, there have been well-known guzheng masters in Xiangcheng, and Mr. Yue is one of them.

Even Ren Wanxuan had heard about it.

Ren Wanxuan came with her because she wanted to know which famous teacher Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei had found for Bai Po. Knowing that it was Teacher Yue, Ren Wanxuan was not without jealousy.

But right now—

This teacher didn't agree with Bai Chi like everyone else, didn't think that Bai Chi played the guzheng well, and felt that she would never succeed.

The sourness that had just appeared suddenly disappeared.

The admiration for Bai Chi on the school post bar had accumulated in her heart for a long time, but it finally disappeared at this moment.

She lowered her head and tightly suppressed the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but raise, "Dad, I'm here to tell you that there will be a parent-teacher meeting this week. Since you have something to do, I'll go first."

After she finished speaking, she suppressed herself again, and then left.

"What artist?" Ren Jiawei sat down with her arms folded, sneered, and couldn't help but said to Bai Po: "This Yue is just like your grandfather, with a useless aloofness and bad temper! Don't listen to him, you Look at your grandfather, he is engaged in art and tradition every day, what is he like now? He also stands up and talks without pain in his back, you don’t need to charge him a penny for performing in public!”

"Okay," Ji Shaorong looked at Ren Jiawei with a headache, "Don't say that again, you will be sprayed to death."

Ren Jiawei didn't take it seriously, she was just a layman.

All art is the same to her, among those students who study art, which one doesn't cost money?

Bai Po lowered his brows and focused on listening to Ren Jiawei while reciting the words, occasionally nodding along.

She sat in a well-behaved posture, and her slightly scattered hair hung softly over her eyebrows and eyes.

Quiet and serious.

Ren Wanxuan is used to self-willedness at home. Ren Jiawei has never seen someone who listens to her so carefully and responds. She paused before saying, "Don't worry, I'll go to Beicheng and find you a master."

With his wrist resting on the table, Bai Po slowly scribbled a word.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said to the two seriously: "Thank you for running around for me, but I really don't need Guzheng teacher to teach me."

Her teacher has finished teaching what should be taught.

The rest depends on how much she can comprehend personally.

"Got it, got it." Ren Jiawei waved her hand casually, not sure if she listened, "Let's eat first."

**

Bai Po returned to class after eating, and Teacher Yue's words had no effect on her.

She was just thinking about Guzheng.

He took out his notebook and drew a miniature zither.

Bai Jian couldn't help turning to the black cat, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows——

I don't know if Mr. Yue dared to say to his face that his paintings were too rigid when he saw Mr. Jiang's paintings.

"Yang Lin hasn't come back yet?" In the front, Lu Xiaohan turned her head, looked at Yang Lin's position, and frowned slightly, "Why does she go there every time?"

"You don't know either?" Bai Po came back to her senses, she pulled out a pen and looked at Lu Xiaohan.

Lu Xiaohan shrugged.

Being in the same class for more than a year, Lu Xiaohan barely knew Yang Lin.

Yang Lin never talked to other people, she was even more introverted than Ning Xiao.

The only understanding is because of the white scorpion.

I probably only know that Yang Lin's family situation is not good and she has been working part-time, but I don't know much about the others.

Bai Po lifted the cap of the pen and glanced at Yang Lin's position.

Thinking about going to ask Lu Lingxi tomorrow.

Holding a pen, she didn't do her homework right away, but thought of something, lowered her eyes, and drew a line on the blank paper, then pushed away the wet pen and ink with her white fingertips, and finished the drawing quickly.

After looking at it, he turned on his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Jiang Fuli.

Jiang Fuli, who was checking the results, saw the WeChat and opened it casually. Inside was a black and white cat——

Its whole body is lowered, and it sleeps lazily on the ground with its eyes closed, its tail curled up, and the fluffy hair can be seen lazily laid out.

Jiang Fuli was a little silent, he was typing "The painting is very good".

Before sending it out, the next second, Bai Jian's message came again.

Very good, it's the cat he drew before.

The contrast is stark.

Jiang Fuli looked at the typed words, and deleted them one by one——

【. . . 】

He clicked on the lazily lying black cat again.

Then put the phone on the table, and occasionally glance at it.

"A beautiful ink painting!" Beside him, He Wen, who handed the experiment report to Jiang Fuli, saw at a glance the mobile phone that Jiang Fuli had left on the table.

Some amazed.

Jiang Fuli took the experiment report with his cold fingertips, glanced at him, and said in a calm tone, "This is drawn with black pen."

"Really?" He Wen took a closer look and found that it was indeed not an ink painting.

Even more amazing.

So, all the team members who came to look for Jiang Fuli in the afternoon knew that Mr. Jiang had received a black ink painting.

Very beautiful.

With a casual drawing, Bai Po frightened a group of science and engineering students in the laboratory.

**

After school at night, Bai Po didn't go to the library, but went to see Jiang He directly.

The other party sent her more than a dozen commas in one afternoon.

When Bai Po arrived, Jiang He was holding a tablet and sending a message to someone——

[Hehe, tell the teacher, who added the strokes to this painting? 】

Jiang He: [,]

——[It can't be Young Master Jiang, or Mr. Ming...]

Jiang He: [,]

The other party sent a bunch of guessing texts again. When Jiang He heard someone knocking on the door, he quickly threw away the tablet and got up from the ground to open the door.

Bai Po squatted at the door, slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jiang He.

Jiang He opened it to take a look, and found that it was a cat lying on the ground.

He blinked in surprise.

"Study hard." Bai Po stood up.

Jiang Fuli didn't take much care of the laboratory these days, and he wouldn't come back until twelve o'clock at night.

Bai Po remembered the app Jiang Fuli had mentioned, clicked on the question bank of this month, and the last chemistry question popped up.

She took a look and sent a screenshot casually.

Jiang He has been playing Rubik's Cube beside her.

Bai Po finished a set of papers here, then agreed with Jiang He that he would come to see him tomorrow, and went downstairs.

downstairs.

Chen Ju was talking to Ming Dongheng.

"Wang Youfeng's leg injury really caused his old illness." Chen Ju received the news from the black market, and then complained to Ming Dongheng: "He won't repair the door today, he went to mend the floor tiles."

Bureau Chen can still believe it once.

After all, Chen Beixuan really helped the grandmother.

But again and again, Chen Ju felt that Wang Youfeng was uneasy and kind.

While the two were talking, Bai Po came down from upstairs, and Chen Ju stood faster than Ming Dongheng: "Miss Bai? Are you going back? I happen to have something to go to Heishui Street, and I will take you back together?"

Ming Dongheng, who had just stood up, slowly stared at Bureau Chen.

His eyes are very cold.

Knowing that Chen Ju often goes to Heishui Street, Bai Po slightly raised her eyes and nodded politely to Chen Ju: "Thank you."

Chen Ju was so overjoyed that he didn't even care about Ming Dongheng who was staring at him: "Miss Bai, my car is right outside!"

"Mr. Ming," Chen Ju took the key, "Then I will take Miss Bai away first."

The two leave.

Ming Dongheng stood outside the big iron gate, watching Chen Ju's car drive away, Bai Po would rather take the bus by himself than let him pick it up, Ming Dongheng thought for half an hour, but he didn't expect to understand——

Why?

**

Qingshui Street.

Bai Po asked Chen Ju to stop the car at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

When she got out of the car, she saw the old man leaning on the wall, squinting his eyes and taking out his mobile phone as if he was about to make a call.

Recognizing that this is the old man who wrestled on the side of the road last time, Bai Po put his schoolbag on his back, put away his mobile phone, and helped him up: "Where do you live?"

It was getting dark.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with cloudy eyes. The girl's face was cold and pale, her eyebrows were clear, and she was neatly dressed in the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, clean and tidy.

"Little girl," she recognized Bai Po, and smiled instantly, "It's you."

"Do you live nearby?" Bai Po easily supported her, and slightly tilted his head: "I'll take you back."

"When people are old, they have some minor problems in their legs and feet." The old man hesitated, "Will I bother you? I am calling to ask my grandson to pick me up."

"fine."

Knowing that the old lady was in a nearby alley, Bai Po helped her to walk forward slowly.

Chen Ju slowly drove the car to Heishui Street, saw Bai Po supporting an old man from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help sighing, Miss Bai is really a good student.

only……

Bureau Chen looked in the rearview mirror, did the old man look familiar?

Before he could think of anything, the two of them turned a corner in the rearview mirror, but they were no longer visible.

Less than ten minutes away, Bai Po learned that the old man was Grandma Wang, whose ancestors had lived on Qingshui Street for generations.

"Ah, look," Grandma Wang was wearing a loose camouflage uniform, and she was even thinner. She pointed to the small yard in front of her and said with a smile, "That's my house. Come on, go in and have a glass of water."

She patted the back of Bai Ke's hand.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the gate, people in the yard heard the voice. He was in his thirties and forties, with a slight stubble on his face, and his arms were bare, revealing the cyan white tiger tattoos on his chest and shoulders.

Holding a shovel in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth, he opened the half-closed door: "Godmother, I just said let me get it..."

Before he finished speaking, when he saw the girl supporting Grandma Wang, he stopped in the middle of speaking.