Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

The staff who were fiddling with the machine were also very surprised, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ren Wanxuan had already left a group of people and left the classroom.

The only descendant of the Ren family, she is extremely self-willed in front of Ren Qian, and will throw a temper tantrum in the slightest, so naturally she can and will not restrain herself here.

"Student Ren?" The principal didn't expect a daze, and Ren Wanxuan left.

He called twice, but he didn't stop Ren Wanxuan.

Instead, she walked faster and faster.

"Principal, what should we do now?" The photographer closed the front cover of the machine with some embarrassment, and looked at the principal.

Chen Zhu stood up from his seat, glanced at Zhang Shize, and said coldly, "You don't need to talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Then nodded to the principal, "I'll go see her."

After Chen Zhu left, the headmaster didn't know how to look at Zhang Shize, "With your mouth, can't you not mess with her?"

"You won't be allowed to tell the truth?" Zhang Shize rubbed his nose.

The contradiction between the eighth class and the ordinary class is not a day or two.

Because of the long sword incident, he hasn't played with the monitor of class eight recently.

"Okay, I'll take care of this matter. The two of you should cooperate with the photographer." The principal finally glanced at Zhang Shize, with a headache and helplessness, "It's okay, I'll go talk to her."

The headmaster of the conflict between the eighth class and the ordinary class is also aware of it.

He asked Mr. Li to lead Class 8 in the hope of resolving the conflicts between Class 8 and other classes. It worked, but not much.

The promotion of cultural tourism in Xiangcheng is very important this time, and Wan Xuan cannot be absent without anyone.

All three of them left in an instant, and Zhang Shize looked at Bai Po.

"Two classmates," the photographer said quickly, breaking the awkward atmosphere: "Let's go downstairs and take a picture of the school's millennium stele."

**

here.

The Ren family's car was right by the school gate. Ren Wanxuan got into the car regardless of what Chen Zhu told the principal, "Go to the teacher's house."

Ren Wanxuan's teacher is Teacher Qiu, and the driver knows it too.

Mr. Qiu's family lived in the Xiangcheng city tower, which was a bit out of the way, but it was a single building.

When she passed by, Teacher Qiu was meeting with people from the Bureau of Culture and Tourism.

"This is Wanxuan, as you all know, the student I accepted in my later years," Teacher Qiu, who was about sixty years old, with gray hair, smiled at the people from the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, "Very talented."

The head of the Culture and Tourism Bureau was transferred here, but he didn't know about the Ren family.

I have never heard of Ren Wanxuan, nor have I heard of Ren Wanxuan in the major calligraphy competitions, so I just boasted like a play.

Finally, the topic turned to Mr. Qiu's grandson, "Sure enough, a hero is born in a young age, and so is Bo Qing. He was nominated for the Lanting Award at a young age. Do you want to compete for the Lanting Award this year?"

The Lanting Award is held every three years, and Qiu Boqing was nominated six years ago.

It was a sensation in the calligraphy world at that time.

Many people are speculating whether Qiu Boqing will participate this year.

"Look at him." Teacher Qiu smiled, with obvious pride on his face.

Ren Wanxuan looked at the topic and was transferred to Qiu Boqing after a few sentences.

Standing beside the teacher, she lowered her head, but the smile on her mouth twisted for a moment.

After everyone left, Teacher Qiu looked at Ren Wanxuan and put down his teacup. He had a peaceful face, but his eyes were extremely sharp: "I heard from your grandfather that you have improved your calligraphy recently. Come up and write two for me to see."

The two came to the study room, Ren Wanxuan was holding a Langhao pen.

Pick up a pen and write down the word "Yong" seriously.

The brushwork is so precise that it can be seen that she does have a bit of skill, especially since she is still a girl with a naturally weak wrist.

In calligraphy, she is indeed a genius.

"Teacher, can I participate in this year's Lanting Award?" Ren Wanxuan put down her pen and asked.

Teacher Qiu stared at her word "forever".

Shaking his head, "You are still too young. When my brother was your age, his writing skills were much more stable than yours. Just wait a little longer."

"Okay." Ren Wanxuan bowed her head, looking very cute.

She dared to be willful in Renqian and in school.

But with Teacher Qiu, he didn't dare, and where the teacher couldn't see, his eyes were a bit dark.

Brother, brother again...

"Aren't you at school today?" Teacher Qiu reached out for a copybook and asked about the daily routine with a smile.

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips and told half of the matter.

"What font did the girl learn?" Mr. Qiu was surprised. In the world of calligraphy, there are more men than women, and Ren Wanxuan is a talented girl he rarely sees.

I didn't expect Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School to have another one.

"Pavilion style." Ren Wanxuan said.

Pavilion style? When Teacher Qiu heard this, he stopped asking.

Ren Wanxuan saw that Teacher Qiu had a meeting to do, so she took out her mobile phone and sent someone a message——

【Senior brother, the teacher won't let me participate in the Lanting Award this year, can you persuade him for me? 】

The other party replied slowly: [You are too young, not enough. 】

——[But you also participated at the age of eighteen. 】

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips.

Her strength is clearly comparable to that of Qiu Boqing, but it is well known in Qiu Boqing's circle that because he was nominated at the age of eighteen, he was widely publicized by the team.

Qiu Boqing was clearly recommended by Teacher Qiu to participate in the competition at the age of eighteen, but when she arrived, she kept procrastinating.

Wait, wait, it will be three years later.

She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Ren Qian——

[The teacher disagrees with recommending my work this year, so he is so afraid that I will be nominated for the Lanting Award instead of the youngest brother? 】

**

White scorpion here.

Cooperate with the photographer with no expression on the front.

"Student, can you show some expression?" The photographer pointed the camera at Bai Po, a little resentful, "A little expression! Behind you is the only pen and ink left by Bai Xiangjun in Xiangcheng! How can you be like this?" Poker face?"

Zhang Shize stood on the side, wishing he could step up for Bai.

"Sister," Zhang Shize couldn't bear it anymore. He pointed to the words engraved on the stone tablet: "Do you have no expression when you see this word? This is the word she carved on the stone with a spear in her last battle. How could you do that?" To be so indifferent?!"

Bai Po looked at Zhang Shize lightly——

【You try talking loudly with me again? 】

Zhang Shize: "..."

He looked at the photographer silently and shrugged, which meant that there was nothing I could do.

The shooting assistant came over, walked slowly to Bai Po, and whispered to her, "This is the last word she left for the Bai family army. Just imagine, in the last battle, she asked General Chen Ye to lead the young soldiers to retreat. , the old elite team is left to die with her, just think about this feeling..."

Bai Po turned his head sideways, looking at a stone that was as tall as a man a few steps away.

This is the most central stone in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

She knows the stone.

But this is also the first time Bai Po has seen it since he came to the school. The stone, which is as tall as a person, has been through the wind and frost of history. The words carved on the stone by the spear have been deepened by people.

"Drinking drunkenly and killing all the bandits, one man and one arrow broke through Fengdu!"

Every word is three-pointed, the guns are wild, and the words are frightened by the dance of the snake. At first glance, one can only feel the murderous aura rushing towards the face, which fully shows the wild and heroic feelings of this sentence. Under the reflection of the sun, it seems that the next second Can break through the air.

Bai Po tilted his head, facing this line of words for the first time.

The sunlight was dazzling, and the girl turned her head to look at the huge stone quietly. The cold light reflected by the sunlight made her whole body too hazy, and she could vaguely see Ping Ting's figure.

She was wearing a clean plain dress again, and her hair was tied with a wooden hairpin.

At this moment, it is like traveling through thousands of years, stepping on the long river of history and fog a few years ago, and crossing many dangers to see this magnificent picture today.

"Yes!" The assistant quickly looked at the photographer.

The photographer has long seized the opportunity to take pictures of this scene, "Indeed, this scene is so good!"

Just this scene can be used as a feature film for publicity without editing at all.

"You two classmates are very good." The photographer repeatedly looked at the scene he had taken, and then raised his head with a smile on his face: "The sense of the lens is really good."

On these two conditions.

Even in the entertainment industry, she is very good at playing, especially this girl, the emotion just now is simply amazing.

After filming, Bai Po and Zhang Shize left the school.

Today is Saturday, there are still many people in the milk tea shop.

When the two first came out, Yang Lin was coming out of the milk tea shop, and the scars on the back of her hands could hardly be seen.

"Hi." Zhang Shize greeted Yang Lin.

Yang Lin glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Zhang Shize is used to it.

Bai Po looked back at Yang Lin, and the three of them walked forward together, Zhang Shize's house was not far ahead, Bai Po was going to the bus station, and Yang Lin went to the flower shop of Zhang Shize's house to get a lily, and put it down again. money.

Yang Lin's family lives in a tube building.

She walked up the long, dark stairs, which were littered with rubbish, and even in this weather, flies were still flying around.

Her house is on the fourth floor.

There are many residents on the first floor of Tongzilou, and there are more than a dozen on the fourth floor.

Yang Lin's house is on the left side of the stairs. She had just reached the fourth floor when the old lady on the right side of the stairs opened the door. She saw Yang Lin and said in a low voice, "I just saw your father came back."

Yang Lin nodded, her dark eyes remained calm.

The old man sighed, and then handed a bun to Yang Lin: "I don't think he drank much today, hey...you'll be fine when you grow up."

Yang Lin shook her head, she didn't take the bun.

He didn't speak either.

He only took out the keys of the house and went to open the door quietly.

She has become numb to this sentence, how old does it have to be to grow up?

From the age of five, she began to look forward to growing up.

You are eighteen years old now, do you count as grown up?

she does not know.

As soon as the door was opened, the loud sound of the TV was heard, and the small hall was filled with smoke.

A middle-aged man who hadn't showered for a few days was sitting on the sofa. There were fried chicken and several soda cans on the table, and chicken bones were scattered beside the old sofa.

Should have won.

He glanced at Yang Lin, and immediately got up shaking, his slightly long hair condensed together, and took out another handful of change in a stuttering voice: "Xiao Lin, I'm sorry, Dad drank too much two days ago, you, have you eaten yet... ..."

Yang Lin ignored him.

Until he saw that the lock of his room had been pried open.

She froze for a moment, then rushed over to open the door, and the room was turned into a mess.

"boom--"

She slammed the door of the room shut and locked it securely.

Crawled under the bed and took out a locked iron box.

The lock is intact.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

After a long while, I dug out today's wages from the middle of the schoolbag and put them neatly in the iron box.

Only then did I slowly tidy up my room, and took out the brightly colored lilies, put them in a plastic bottle, and placed them on the window sill.

Yang Lin sat on the bed, quietly looking at the lily.

The slightly flared petals are as pure as snow, pure white and elegant, it is the only bright color in the whole room.

She looked at it for a long time before slowly taking out the bottle of green ointment in her schoolbag and applying it to her arms, legs, waist and abdomen.

The brown paste slowly dissolves on the bruise.

A dull pain.

**

at the same time.

A car slowly drove into Xiangcheng.

Ji Mulan looked at the unchanged street in front of her with a blank expression, her interest fading.

"There is news that tourism will be developed here." The man smiled at Ji Mulan, so he came to investigate the possibility of opening a hotel here.

Hearing this, Ji Mulan sat up straight.

She looked at the man and knew that he was always keen on news.

He said that the possibility of tourism development in Xiangcheng reached 80%.

The largest hotel in Xiangcheng is in the center of the city, with a twenty-sixth floor. "When will I meet your father and your daughter? We will live together in the future."

He pressed the elevator and tilted his head to ask.

"Forget about my dad, he will definitely not see me," Ji Mulan said lightly, and she paused when she mentioned the white scorpion, "She has also suffered a lot in the past two years, I hope she will know how to work hard this time."

"Don't put too much pressure on the child." The elevator door opened, the man went in, and pressed the floor.

Ji Mulan's makeup is exquisite, and her gestures are elegant.

Even though he is over forty years old, he still has undiminished style, and the rate of turning heads along the way is extremely high.

Listening to the man's words, she twitched the corners of her mouth, but said nothing.

His son is very good, so he can easily say this sentence, if the two are switched, he may not be as calm as her.

After getting out of the elevator, Ji Mulan calmly reached out and made a call.

**

Bai Ke is still in the library.

When Ji Shaojun received the call, he was writing a biology paper.

Biology is much simpler than physics. Even Ji Heng can solve a few questions in the senior three papers.

"Ah," on the other end of the phone, Ji Shaojun had just finished teaching a child. He held the drawing board between his fingers and frowned: "Your mother is back, do you know?"

"I called me yesterday." Bai Ke said.

"Well," Ji Shaojun nodded, "I will meet her later, and talk to her if I have something to say."

"Oh," Bai Po said slowly, and when she hung up the phone, she leaned on the back of the chair loosely, tilted her head and flicked Jiang He's head, "I'm going out for dinner later, you go home first?"

Jiang He covered his head and opened his eyes to look at Bai Po: "I'll wait for you."

Bai Po: "...OK."

She waited for Ming Dongheng to rush over from Heishui Street before setting off for Wanhe Building.

Wanhe Building.

Ji Shaojun didn't go in first, he sat on the steps outside, smoking a cigarette while waiting for Bai Ke.

Frowning.

"Uncle." Bai Po looked at him for a while, then stood in front of him, raising his eyebrows, "Why don't you go in?"

Ji Shaojun pinched off the cigarette, he looked at Bai Po, hesitant to speak.

He didn't speak, Bai Po just stood in front of him, reciting words while waiting for him, not in a hurry.

"There is something I want to tell you in advance, please take it easy." Ji Shaojun looked at Bai Po, and after a long while, he patted his sleeves and stood up, and after a while, he said, "Your mother brought an uncle over here." .”

Bai Po was a little surprised. For about ten seconds, she understood what Ji Shaojun meant, and smiled lazily: "That's great."

This is modern times, women are free to divorce and are not bound by the world.

Bai Po was happy for her.

Ji Shaojun hesitated here for so long because he was afraid that Bai Po would feel sad.

The father brought back his illegitimate son, and the mother was about to remarry.

He thought of Bai Po's ten thousand reactions, but the only one he didn't expect was this kind of reaction.

"Okay, I've really grown up," he sighed, and patted Bai Po's shoulder with lowered eyes, "Go, go in with uncle."

Inside the box.

Ji Mulan sat next to a man.

"Relax," the man smiled and comforted Ji Mulan, "I've already found someone to make arrangements, and everything will be fine."

According to Ji Mulan's request, he found a school for her daughter.

that is……

The man was a little worried. He actually didn't recommend Jimmy Lan's daughter to go to that school.

International schools are full of students who go straight up from childhood, and there is a lot of competition. As Ji Mulan said, her daughter's grades in literature are not satisfactory.

The pressure to enter this school is too great, the gap is too big, and it is easy to be hit.

Just as he was thinking, the voice of the door attendant sounded, and then the door was opened.

It should be her daughter.

Both Ji Mulan and the man looked up at the door.

**

The next chapter is waiting for me in a few minutes.