Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

There are only so many people participating in the Lanting Award this time, and Xu Yajun only admits that Xie Jinyun is better than her.

As for the others...

As for the third place, she didn't even think about it.

Xu En looked in the rearview mirror and was very amazed: "Even if you are second, you are very good. There have been so many Lanting Awards, and only one female gentleman has won the first prize."

If Xu Yajun gets the second place, the popularity will be stronger than that of Xie Jinyun.

Xu En is also very clear about this.

More and more jealous of old classmates.

As the co-pilot, Ji Mulan was holding the phone, she couldn't get in the conversation, so she just searched for the Lanting Award.

As for "Ming Shao", Xie Jinyun, and President Xue, she has no idea.

**

Because it is Saturday.

Bai Po and Ji Heng had dinner at Ji Shaojun's house at noon.

"This place may be demolished." At the dinner table, Ji Shaojun frowned and mentioned this matter.

Shen Qing was also exceptionally silent.

Bai Po sat quietly on the side, eating slowly and listening to what they said.

Ji Heng lowered his head and picked up the cigarette rod, lit it, and took a puff before he spoke, "It may not be dismantled until the official notice is issued. Don't worry, go fishing in the afternoon and relax."

"That's right." Shen Qing suddenly smiled and picked up a chopsticks dish for Bai Po, "In a place like ours, any developer would like us and eat them all."

Ji Shaojun relaxed his eyebrows slightly, and he picked up his chopsticks again, "Where to go fishing."

"Xianghe," Ji Heng has always had a bad appetite and didn't eat too much, so he just urged Ji Shaojun to eat quickly, "Xiao Chen will also go later, let's take a few good seats after eating."

After dinner, Ji Heng took Ji Shaojun to go fishing.

Bai Po took his schoolbag and went to the library.

As soon as he went out, the phone turned on, it was Lance's WeChat.

Lance: [Hello]

Bai Po raised his eyebrows, [OK]

Lance: [Chinese medicine is simply a miracle]

Lance: [[picture]]

He sent a picture to Bai Po, and Bai Po brought it to the door, and opened it casually, it was a medical diagnosis.

White Potato: [~\u0026amp;amp;amp;︶;)*\u0026amp;amp;amp;......%#@%)]

After answering, she didn't care whether the other person could understand or not.

She walked out slowly, and as soon as she turned to the vocabulary app, another message appeared on the top of the phone——

Mom: 【Where is you? Come eat with us at noon, there is an important person on your Uncle Xu's side]

She thought she was making contacts for Bai Po and giving Bai Po a step.

Bai Po's footsteps paused slightly. This was the first time the other party sent her a message, and she didn't know that she was still on the original owner's WeChat.

She followed the message and clicked in.

I just saw the dialog with Ji Mulan, a very long page, almost full of news from the original owner.

Two years ago: [Mom, where are you going? 】

【Father brought back the pair of brothers and sisters, Mom, why don't you come back? 】

[I will never be willful again, I will study hard]

【…】

The original owner seemed to regard Ji Mulan as a memo, and everything would be recorded.

The last sentence was three months ago: [Father took away the teacher apprentice post you sent me]

Ji Mulan didn't answer anything.

She stubbornly felt that she was doing her daughter's best, and she couldn't accept her daughter's mediocrity. After her marriage was in crisis, she left the original owner alone.

Today is the first time Ji Mulan sent a message.

Bai Po stopped, she took a deep breath, almost with a cold face, and deleted Ji Mulan's WeChat from her friend list.

Then she raised her head slightly and put her hands on her heart.

It seems to feel the despair of the original owner remaining in this world.

Outside the gate of the community.

A black car parked quietly opposite, the door was open, Jiang He squatted on the front of the car, covering his ears with his hands, staring intently at the direction of the gate of the community.

Beside him, Jiang Fuli stood coldly in a black shirt.

He should be overly angry, he unbuttoned one of the collar buttons, and his lonely and cold eyes ran towards Jiang He like a cold moon, indifferent and arrogant, without any emotion.

He is tall and slender, and the profile of his face is just right as if drawn with fine brushwork, but no one who passes by the gate of the community dares to approach him.

Bai Po stood at the gate of the community and looked at it for a while.

The mood slowly eased down.

She was wearing a smoky blue dress today, and a long white coat over it. The coat had no buttons, but was left open casually, and clusters of green vines were embroidered on the cuffs of the skirt.

Rolled up in circles and gently swaying with the wind, it seems to be torn out.

It complements the poppies of various colors at the hem of the skirt.

"What's wrong with him?" Bai Po stood beside Jiang He, looked down at him carefully for a moment, then put away his phone, and asked Jiang Fuli lazily.

Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He, "Chi Lu cooks dishes he doesn't like at noon."

Jiang He is very picky about food, and what he picks is completely different from normal people.

The chefs of Jiang's family know his habits, and every time he cooks one or two dishes that Jiang He can eat.

But Chi Yundai didn't know, after knowing that Jiang He didn't eat anything, he cautiously added a word that picky eaters don't grow tall, and Jiang He has been sullen all his life until now.

Jiang Fuli endured all the way without scolding him.

He only made a list for Chi Yundai of the dishes that Jiang He would not eat.

Bai Po nodded. She went back to check last time. Children with autism have strange personalities. Jiang He doesn't eat almost all the same type of dishes, which may have a shadow on him.

So even Jiang Fuli refrained from scolding him.

When the three of them arrived at the library, Ming Dongheng just delivered Jiang He's meal.

He stood quietly behind Jiang Fuli and reported to him: "I have already given the things to the people in the Chinese Calligraphy Association."

Ming Dongheng was not familiar with the Chinese Calligraphy Association, nor did he know Xu Yajun, so he collectively referred to the other party as "Chinese Calligraphy Association".

Because Jiang He wanted to eat, Bai Po and the others stayed in the coffee shop on the first floor of the library.

Jiang Fuli was sitting on a chair in the coffee shop, with one hand resting on the back of the chair casually, with a clear expression of coldness between his brows, and he only let out a "hmm".

Bai Po crossed his legs, took out the biology questions on the side, and did the questions slowly.

"By the way," Ming Dongheng saw that Jiang Fuli was in a good mood, and then he said, "The Chinese Calligraphy Association will ask if you have the possibility to be a judge..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fuli glanced at Ming Dongheng indifferently.

Acting like you're joking.

Ming Dongheng: "..."

It wasn't him who was joking, but Chairman Xue.

Ming Dongheng breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at him, and lowered his head to talk to Bai Po beside him.

He took out his mobile phone and joined Jiang Xijue in the group.

Ming Dongheng: [ @Jiang Xijue's work was given, but the others Jiang Shao refused. 】

This time Jiang Xijue returned very quickly.

Jiang Xijue: [? ? ? 】

Jiang Xijue: [Are you still alive? 】

Jiang Xijue was very direct: [I don't believe it]

Xu Nanjing: [Deduction of 1 proves that you are not a robot]

Ming Dongheng: [Oh. 】

Ming Dongheng: [You don't understand. 】

He put away his mobile phone, glanced at Bai Po cautiously, and straightened his chest.

**

Bai Po spent the whole afternoon studying in the library.

At four o'clock, I received a call from Qiu Xuezheng, who asked her how she was doing in practice.

Knowing that Bai Po was doing homework in the library all day, Qiu Xuezheng was very silent, "You haven't practiced big characters all day?"

"Yes." On the second floor of the science and engineering department, there is no one else except Bai Jian and Ning Xiao.

Bai Po held the mobile phone in one hand, and was still drawing pictures slowly with the other.

"You come to me this time, let me see your normal level," Qiu Xuezheng said very tactfully, "Your principal said that you were in good shape last time, and big characters need to be practiced seriously, practice makes perfect."

He thought for a moment.

Recalling Bai Chi's indifferent appearance last time, he always felt that she was a little unreliable.

"I have an old Langhao brush here, and I also have rice paper, so you can take it back to practice." Qiu Xuezheng straightened his expression, "You just come over and try."

Calligraphy is also very strict with utensils.

Like an old calligrapher, the Langhao brush in his hand is decades old, the nib is soft but flexible, and the waist of the whole pen has a strong sense of strength.

Rice paper should also be as old as possible.

This is one of the reasons why calligraphy burns money.

Bai Po thought for a moment, "Okay."

Beside him, Jiang Fuli heard her conversation clearly. He still held a black pen between his middle finger and index finger. The tip of the pen rested on the snow-white paper. He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his left hand: "Going?"

"Well," Bai Po slowly put away the books one by one, "go to a teacher's house."

Jiang Fuli nodded, he glanced at Ning Xiao who was opposite him, and tapped his fingertips on the table leisurely.

Then push the paper over randomly.

Ning Xiao carefully put away the draft paper: "I will."

Beside him, Lu Xiaohan did not dare to look up.

After Jiang Fuli and Bai Po left, Lu Xiaohan raised her head. She looked at Ning Xiao, amazed: "How dare you ask him a question?"

"..." Ning Xiao was silent for a while, "It's actually not bad."

Compared with Tang Ming, he is normal.

Lu Xiaohan glanced at the paper in Ning Xiao's hand, she couldn't understand what was written on it.

**

enemies.

Qiu Xuezheng put down what he was doing and waited in the lobby for Bai Po to come over.

Qiu Boqing came back from the outside, "Grandpa."

He looked at Qiu Xuezheng and wanted to say something, but thinking about his grandfather's attitude last time, he didn't dare to say anything.

"Well," Qiu Xuezheng lowered his head, took a sip of tea slowly, and kept his eyes on the door, "Don't go out for the next two days, practice big characters more, and sharpen your mind."

Qiu Boqing went to see Ren's family, and Ren Qian wanted him to do the work of collaborating with Qiu and studying politics.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to say them.

Just about to go upstairs to practice calligraphy, the guard brought someone in, "Teacher Qiu, classmate Bai is here."

Not everyone can enter Qiu Xuezheng's residence, so he greeted the guard in advance.

Bai Po stepped over the threshold and walked in slowly. She took her schoolbag and greeted Qiu Xuezheng politely: "Teacher Qiu."

The eyebrows and eyes are lazy and casual.

Qiu Boqing didn't know Bai Po, so she glanced at her and was about to go upstairs.

"...Are you really still in the library?" Qiu Xuezheng was silent for a long time, and then said seriously: "You may not win the third prize this time, and there are many people participating in the Lanting Award this time."

Qiu Boqing, who was about to go upstairs, paused when he heard the words.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Qiu Xuezheng: "Grandpa, do you recommend her to participate in the Lanting Award?"

Qiu Xuezheng frowned slightly, "That's right, her writing skills are very distinctive, and her artistic conception is much stronger than yours."

Qiu Boqing's eyes turned to Bai Po, and he put it on the escalator, looking at Bai Po inquiringly, with a sense of reluctance: "How much is your ninth level?"

Hearing him ask this question, Qiu Xuezheng also looked at Bai Po.

There was no expression on Bai Po's cold and white face, he only raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked slowly: "What level nine?"

"ccpt," Qiu Boqing's face became condensed, watching Bai Po getting colder and colder, the expression of wanting to explore gradually disappeared, "Calligraphy and painting grades, you didn't take the test for this certificate?"

Bai Po didn't even know what CCPT was, so he only frowned: "Is this still a certificate?"

What is the proof?

"It seems that I didn't take the ninth grade." Qiu Boqing looked away, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Qiu Xuezheng, "Grandpa, who is she? You would rather recommend someone who didn't pass the ninth grade than Willing to recommend Junior Sister?"

"Qiu Boqing," Qiu Xuezheng put down his teacup with a "snap" and yelled angrily, "Pay attention to your words, you will know after reading Bai's words."

Qiu Boqing was very dissatisfied with Qiu Xuezheng's failure to recommend Ren Wanxuan.

"Let's talk about it after she passes the ninth grade." Qiu Boqing turned and went back upstairs.

Behind him, Qiu Xuezheng shook his head.

Unlike Qiu Boqing, he knew that Bai Po didn't even know about the Lanting Award, and he didn't take the ccpt test, which was beyond his expectation and made sense. This made him even more curious about who the hermit Bai Po's teacher was.

"He fights for his junior sister, don't take it to heart." Qiu Xuezheng apologized to Bai Po.

"I really didn't take the test," Bai Po shook his head, and immediately asked another question, "Now all these have to be tested?"

She seems to have learned a new term.

research.

Without a certificate, you will not be recognized.

"I'll take you to try a pen," Qiu Xuezheng took her upstairs, explaining as he walked, "Let's not talk about calligraphy and painting, old Chinese medicine practitioners need a certificate, and it's illegal to have a certificate."

Prohibited without permission.

Old Chinese medicine practitioners need certificates?

Bai Po followed behind, and said in a daze, "Then Fang Langzhong is gone?"

"There used to be in Xiangcheng," Qiu Xuezheng was surprised by such an ancient word in Bai Po's mouth, and then said, "Because of the need for medical certificates, these people all disappeared."

Bai Ke was a little silent.

She seems to understand now why Lu Lingxi has been taking care of Zhang Shize.

Qiu Xuezheng opened the door of the study, and solemnly took out a pencil case from the drawer. When he opened it, he found a black-brown Langhao pen, "Try this pen today and see if it works smoothly."

He pulled out plain white paper again.

Let Bai Po try the pen first.

Bai Po let out a "hmm", didn't want to prove anything, put his schoolbag aside, and then walked to the desk, and saw the Langhao pen that Qiu Xuezheng took out at a glance.

From her eyes, she can naturally see that this sum is very precious.

Qiu Xuezheng's desk is very big, and he is bending over to study ink. He smiled at Bai Po: "You try it first."

Bai Po nodded slightly, she held the Langhao pen in her right hand, gently lifted her slightly wide sleeve with her left hand, dipped a little ink in her hand, and bent down to write the word "Xiang" with the pen.

This was the first time that Qiu Xuezheng saw Bai Po write big characters, the strokes were smooth, and the strokes cut into the characters. Today's characters are better than last time.

Explain that she was not in a sudden state last time, but her normal level.

"Yes," Qiu Xuezheng stopped, and looked at Bai Po with piercing eyes: "Although many students of the master have come out to participate this time, I think you definitely have the third prize this time!"

Third prize...

Bai Po tilted his head slightly, thought for a while, "Wait a moment."

"What?" Qiu Xuezheng didn't understand.

Bai Po gently put down the Langhao brush, lifted up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing a bright red ribbon inside and a silver ball tied around his wrist.

Qiu Xuezheng stared dumbfounded at Bai Po just reaching out and taking the white metal ball off his wrist.

good morning

In the past, Ah Po and her elder brother abandoned their pens and picked up their guns, but today in Taiping, she abandoned their guns and picked up their pens for the same thing haha

Then there are Chuxue, fruit jelly, chili fried pork, Piao Piao did not add the group to provide the address, don’t forget these babies~