Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 268

 Each stage of life has its own meaning

Jiang Fuli has always had a clear plan for her life. It is true that she wants to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of the world, and it is also true that she 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, which made his profile 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.

 Very few people set off fireworks in this area, and the sudden explosion of fireworks caused a lot of exclamations from below.

Bai Zian 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.

 They walked through countless quiet and deserted streets of Qingshui Street together.

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 is afraid of 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 extinguishing in his eyes.

 Young Master Jiang, who has always been confident and calm, is 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 of the fingertips was still clearly 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 can still see the last fireworks.

 He served the food and quickly left.

A pot of tea was also served, with a purple clay pot and a teacup.

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. His shirt outlined a slightly powerful arc on his body.

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

 The tea soup is bright yellow, and the orchid aroma is obvious the moment it is poured out.

“Is there still Lao Banzhang here?” Bai Qian glanced at him and smiled.

“Well,” Jiang Fuli opened the silver-engraved 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 Qian 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 outside the window, and they were responded to again.

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

Bai Zian picked up the tea cup 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 Qian thought for a moment, "but that's not necessarily the case. There seems to be a summer camp during the winter vacation."

When she spoke, 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 blue veins on his cold white wrists could be seen slightly bulging. He stood up, gently rubbed her chin with his calloused left hand, kissed her lips, and almost whispered: "Okay."

 After dinner, return to Shanhai Apartment.

 Passing by the Affiliated Middle School.

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

Ma Zhang opened a flower shop in the middle school affiliated to the school. It was not closed at this time. It can be seen that the business is doing well. From time to time, delivery boys come to pick up flowers.

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

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

 Ma Zhang 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 well-joined fingers and scanning the WeChat code displayed on Zhang Ma's counter.

　　Take the flowers that are handed 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 on the co-pilot's hand.

 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.

 His music too.

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 the 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 sent Ren Wanxuan back, Mu Yining happened to have not left yet.

Ji Shaojun and Dong Xiaobai were both interested in art. They could talk to each other, so they stayed and had 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, so I'll ask one more question.

Shen Qing answered cautiously, "This is the tea Xiaojiang brought." Xiaojiang? Which?

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

"You, the president of the Storytelling Association, want 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 did not expect that Ren Wanxuan could still 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 Liangdi. She wondered if her calligraphy had improved this year.

"There is a little bit of luck," Dong Xiaobai smiled. Ren Wanxuan's temperament is much different, and calligraphy also requires a certain amount of talent. Ren Wanxuan is not talented enough, but because of the relationship between the Dong family, the president of the calligraphy association is 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."

There are many people in the Dong family who study calligraphy and painting, but few can seriously learn Liang Ti.

 There are no girls among them.

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

 “The character A'zi is also very beautiful.” Shen Qing said suddenly while they were talking.

Ji Shaojun actually heard from Ji Heng that Bai Zian used Xuan Tie to practice calligraphy every day for a period of time last year, but Ji Shaojun saw that Bai Zian only had Guange style calligraphy.

 The genes of this Ji family are so good?

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

"What's the name of the pavilion..." Shen Qing heard from Tang Ming and others 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 Qian 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 character."

 He and Mu Yining did not stay with Ji Shaojun.

 The two of them 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 in the passenger seat. “Then what did you old man say?”

Mu Yining shook his head.

Dong Xiaobai sat down again, "He won't come out even if he is 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 he will go back to Dong Xiaobai today. We are home, otherwise I can still 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 can't see her even if you go. She seems to be busy today. It's hard for me to see her."

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

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

 Ji Shaojun's two nieces, Ren Wanxuan can see through them at a glance, while 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 Mingzai raised his hand and swore, "Really, after I copied it, I 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 from time to time there were exclamations, "1.3 million points? What about you, Wang Xin, how many points do you have?"

 “Just one hundred.”

“There are 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, he remembered something and asked Tang Ming, "What's the score on your app?"

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

“Don't you know about the app of the preparatory camp? We will enter many group competitions in the future, and the remaining places will be based on the overall score list. I have 900,000 points now.” 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 is a watershed.

 Eight million points in total can lead to the top twenty, and nine million points can lead to the top five.

 Forty before seven million, eighty before six million.

 The first thousand of one million.

900,000 is now considered the top 3,000. On top of this is the gathering of geniuses from across the country in the past 20 years. More than 10,000 registrants have reached the top 3,000 in one year. Ding Wenyang is also rarely proud of himself.

 “You are so awesome.” Tang Ming praised sincerely.

"It's okay. If you know anything about it 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 coat, her hair was pulled back lightly, and she was reading a paper.

 Wrong.

Ding Wenyang was suddenly 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 this month: 58741

 Total points: 1987449

 Follows: 5

 Number of fans: 2】

Ding Wenyang paused on 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 in the evening. It should be even later today. Everyone should come and read it around nine o'clock.

Chapter end