Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 58

  Chapter 58 058 The Chinese Calligraphy Association is here! Guaranteed second!

"Of course," Qiu Xuezheng came back to his senses, looked at Bai Po, and explained earnestly: "As long as you are shortlisted, someone will come to you, and the third prize book association will definitely invite you to become a member. If you want to apply for a local book association, you must be sure." You won't be stuck. The ranking... Of course, the higher the better, let alone the first prize, even senior members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association..."

   Speaking of this, Qiu Xuezheng didn't continue talking.

  He realized that Bai Po paid more attention to Xiangcheng, so he chose this resource to continue talking.

  Many children in Xiangcheng like to learn calligraphy, but it is remote and there are no teachers. Few of the Ren family hire famous teachers from Beicheng to teach them, so most of them learn by themselves without rules.

   "By the way," Qiu Xuezheng suddenly remembered something, and he stared at Bai Po with piercing eyes, "How old are you this year?"

   "Two..." Bai Po was thinking about the Lanting Award, she subconsciously opened her mouth when she heard the words, then paused, she closed her eyes, and remained silent for a while: "Well, nineteen."

   "Nineteen." The director of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism has bright eyes.

  At this age, the next time you participate in the Lanting Award, it will not be too big.

After confirming with Bai Po that she would participate, Qiu Xuezheng and the two also breathed a sigh of relief, and he solemnly told Bai Po: "Practice your pen more during this time, and your pen is still a little unstable. Next week, you have to submit your work go up."

   It is not long before the deadline for the Lanting Award.

  After Bai Po left, the principal looked at the two of them, "Mr. Qiu, Director, shall we go to eat first?"

   "Okay," the director of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism finally smiled. He went out and looked in Bai Po's direction, "I'm sure I'll be shortlisted. I don't know if she and Teacher Xiaoqiu can win the third prize this time."

"Nineteen years old is too young, I haven't asked her how many ccpt points she has just now," Qiu Xuezheng came out, he knew more inside information than the two around him, and sighed: "And this time the Lanting Award Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, just That Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun are too eye-catching. But it's not a big problem, she is still young, and she will definitely be a blockbuster in the next Lanting Award."

  The principal didn't understand these things, so he just listened quietly.

"What if classmate Bai writes an even better work during this time, it would be great if she can get it. A 19-year-old third prize winner, in three years, she will go to win the first prize again," The director couldn't help laughing when he thought about it, "At that time, our Xiangcheng will also be seen by them, and the Chinese Calligraphy Association will definitely allocate resources to us."

  This idea is too beautiful.

  Qiu Xuezheng looked at the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau speechlessly.

  Before, it was fine for Qiu Boqing to win the prize every day, but now he even dared to dream of the first prize.

  Bai Po returned to Class 15.

  Lu Xiaohan was talking to others. She watched Qiu Xuezheng's speech in the morning: “Teacher Qiu is indeed my idol. What is the meaning of reading? It's for myself…”

  Zhang Shize was sleeping on his stomach in the back, while Ning Xiao and Yang Lin were doing the quizzes.

  Bai Po sat back on his seat and slowly pulled out the physics exercise book from a pile of books.

  When Lu Xiaohan saw her coming back, he abandoned the others, turned around, and asked Bai Po in a low voice: "Why is the principal looking for you again? Do you want to make a promotional video?"

   "No," Bai Po lifted the pen cap with one hand, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, suddenly raised his head, and smiled at Lu Xiaohan: "Why didn't you learn calligraphy well then?"

  Lu Xiaohan rubbed his nose and shrugged: "I learned a little bit from the teacher in primary school calligraphy class, and later I learned by myself by looking for videos on the Internet."

  When she said it to the end, she was a little proud.

  Everyone who studies calligraphy knows that with the guidance of a teacher, not only can you avoid detours, but you can also lay a good foundation as soon as possible, and it will be easier to write with a pen.

   Calligraphy is extensive and profound, and it is difficult to improve without a teacher.

  But there is not even a calligraphy association in Xiangcheng, and those who have achieved a little bit have settled in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.

  Most of Xiangcheng are ordinary migrant workers, and they don't have the strength to go to Beicheng to hire a calligraphy teacher to teach children.

  The same is true for Lu Xiaohan, she is mostly self-taught.

   There are almost no opportunities to hear Qiu Xuezheng's speech like today.

   "Hmm..." Bai Po lowered his head, pressed the exercise book with his fingertips, lowered his eyelashes, and wrote casually on the physics paper.

  Lu Xiaohan also wanted to brag to Bai Po, so he found a lot of videos for self-study.

   But looking at Bai Po with her head lowered, she somehow felt a sense of sadness in her body.

  Lu Xiaohan swallowed the last sentence, only watching Bai Po slowly write the physics problem.

  Actually, Bai Po spent most of the past two weeks writing biology, and occasionally Ning Xiao Youdao would communicate with Bai Po on difficult physics problems.

   It was at this time.

  The entire Class 15 suddenly fell silent.

   Lu Xiaohan's back felt cold, her sixth sense made her turn around quickly, and she sat upright to take out the ten-year college entrance examination and began to study the questions.

   His eyes slanted, and he saw Lu Lingxi who was elusive at the window.

  Everyone else in the class was doing their homework seriously, only Zhang Shize was still buried in his sleep.

  Lu Lingxi walked gently to his side, raised her hand—

   "Ah—" Zhang Shize stood up with his ears pulled, and saw Lu Lingxi at a glance, "Mama Lu, Mama Lu, save the handsome guy for his life!"

   "What time was the game last night?" Lu Lingxi sneered.

  Zhang Shize: "Twelve o'clock...one o'clock...two o'clock, two fifty-nine!"

   Less than three points is his last stubbornness.

"Sleep during the day and play games at night, right? How many times have I told Zhang Shize that if you don't have a diploma in this society, you will be frustrated in everything you do in the future." Lu Lingxi let go of her hand, and said earnestly to the end, pointing to the back: "Go and stand behind me .”

  Zhang Shize bitterly took the book and went to the back.

  After Lu Lingxi finished speaking, he looked down at Bai Po after writing a question, and then said gently to Bai Po, "Bai Po, come out."

   Zhang Shize was amazed at the speed of this face change.

   "The principal said to give Teacher Qiu your contact information," Lu Lingxi told her about it, "I'll give him your number, do you think it's okay?"

this is nothing.

  Bai Po nodded.

Saturday.

  Chen Bureau came to find Ming Dongheng, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were not there, so he sat casually and relaxed a lot: "There will be another match for Mr. Bai next Tuesday. If he wins this game, he will reach the third place in points."

   "Tickets." Ming Dongheng poured himself a cup of tea, speaking concisely and coldly.

   "It's ready." Chen Ju took out a freshly baked ticket and handed it to Ming Dongheng.

  He has been proud of the spring breeze these two days. After Bai Po made a point, he managed the two things in Xiangcheng beautifully. Mr. Chen praised him a lot.

  The two were talking.

  Outside, a servant brought a woman in, "Ming Shao, the Chinese Calligraphers Association has arrived."

  Ming Dongheng slightly raised his eyes, and let out a "hmm".

  He himself is a cruel person, after following Jiang Fuli's side, his aura became more and more attractive.

   Bureau Chen didn't know who this Miss Xu was, and looked outside the door in surprise.

  A tall woman walked in from the outside. She was wearing a plain white dress. The weather in Xiangcheng is not too hot, but she didn't even wear a coat.

   Entering the door, she also lowered her head slightly, not daring to casually look at any place.

   "Ming Shao," she stood aside, saw only two people sitting on the sofa, and paused for a while, "Master Chen."

   Chen Ju obviously recognized the woman in front of him, and he also poured himself a glass of water, "Xiao Xu, why are you here?"

   "The teacher asked me to get things." Xu Yajun was still standing aside, returning very cautiously.

  Ming Dongheng knew she was coming.

  He glanced at Xu Yajun, but he didn't recognize her, so he said lightly: "Sit down for a while, I'll go up and get it."

  Xu Yajun nodded quickly.

  After Ming Dongheng left, she became a little more comfortable and sat aside.

   "By the way," the president of the Chinese Calligraphers Association is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and also writes in Liang style. He often drinks tea with the old man, and Chen Ju knows her very well, "Is President Xue still in good health?"

  The servant came over and poured Xu Yajun a cup of tea.

  Xu Yajun reached out to take it, thanked him, and then slowly said: "The teacher is in good health, and I went to drink tea with Mr. Chen two days ago to appreciate calligraphy and painting."

   Mentioning the old man, Chen Ju also laughed.

  He looked at Xu Yajun's expression much better.

  Ming Dongheng took a rectangular wooden box from upstairs, and handed it to Xu Yajun, "Take it, and go back to President Xue, don't open it."

  He was used to being ruthless, Xu Yajun quickly stood up, and took it solemnly with both hands.

   "Oh," looking at the wooden box, Chen Ju suddenly realized that President Xue used to harass Jiang Fuli, and was expelled by Ming Dongheng many times, "This is for an exhibition."

  He was talking.

  The phone in his pocket rang.

   Seeing the name displayed on it, Chen Ju's eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly: "Hey, Uncle Ji, fishing? Okay, I like fishing the most, just wait for me!"

  He ignored the people in the hall, and hurriedly said to Ming Dongheng: "Mr. Ming, I have to go fishing with Uncle Ji. Put the ticket away."

   After finishing speaking, Bureau Chen walked out.

  Ming Dongheng also heard Chen Ju talking with his subordinates: "Go and prepare fishing tools for me..."

  Ming Dongheng: "...?"

   Ji, Uncle, Uncle?

  Who is this TM Chen Yongkun calling?

  Ming Dongheng's complexion became more and more cold, and he looked at Chen Ju's back quietly.

   rubbed his hand.

  Xu Yajun, who was still standing aside, was also very surprised, Ji?

  She searched the whole of Jiangjing, but she has never heard of anyone with the surname Ji, who made Director Chen react so strongly. Who is this "Uncle Ji"?

  Ming Dongheng glanced at Xu Yajun, and said coldly, "Is Miss Xu still doing something?"

  He politely called Miss Xu.

  Xu Yajun didn't dare to answer, she quickly stood up straight, subconsciously glanced upstairs, and said: "Don't bother Ming Shao."

  After leaving the iron gate, Xu Yajun's complexion became much lighter.

  A white car is waiting on the next road.

   Ji Mulan was sitting in the passenger seat, looking ahead, until he saw a white figure, Xu En in the driver's seat hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

  Xu En all got out of the car, so Ji Mulan naturally didn't dare to ask him not to get out of the car.

   followed suit.

   "Miss Xu." Xu En greeted Xu Yajun with a smile.

  He and Xu Yajun's father are old acquaintances. Xu Yajun nodded to him and smiled lightly: "Uncle Xu, I'm going to stay for two days. I'll trouble you this time."

  Xu En knew that Xu Yajun called him Uncle Xu because of his father's sake. Xu Yajun had good manners, but Xu En didn't dare to really substitute herself as her uncle.

   "This is my future wife, Ji Mulan." He introduced to Xu Yajun again.

  Xu Yajun was not interested in who Xu En's wife was, and only looked at Ji Mulan when she heard "surname Ji".

  Subconsciously, he thought of Master Chen's "Uncle Ji" just now.

   "Where are you from Jiangjing?" Xu Yajun looked at Ji Mulan with a serious look.

  Xu En was surprised by Xu Yajun's attitude, and then smiled: "She is not from Jiangjing, but from Xiangcheng. This time, I just have a project, so I came with her to meet her father."

  Ji Mulan listened to Xu En's words with an impeccable smile on her lips.

   My heart is extremely uncomfortable.

  She has tried her best to escape from Xiangcheng, but she cannot escape the shadow of Xiangcheng wherever she goes.

   Sure enough, after she saw Xu En mention Xiangcheng, Miss Xu's smile faded a lot.

  Xu Yajun no longer asked about this matter, but got into the car.

  In the car.

  Xu En looked in the rearview mirror, Xu Yajun was still holding the wooden box, and did not put it on the chair. The length of the wooden box should be a scroll.

   "Which master's calligraphy is this?" Xu En has done his homework in the past two days, and tried his best to chat with Xu Yajun.

  Xu Yajun was taken aback when he heard the words, and then shook his head: "I asked Ming Shao to get it, as for whose it is...you'd better not know."

  Xu En was shocked.

  As soon as Xu Yajun mentioned Ming Shao, he knew which "Ming" it was.

   Only Ji Mulan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was silent, and she didn't understand most of the conversation between the two.

   "The Lanting Award is about to start. I thought Ms. Xu would stay at the Chinese Calligraphy Association." Xu En easily changed the subject, "Congratulations in advance for winning the first prize."

  Xu Yajun shined in the ccpt level 9 exam at eighteen, and was invited to join the Chinese Book Association. At twenty, he participated in the first Lanting Award and won the third prize.

   This year is the second time to participate.

  Everyone loves to hear beautiful words, and Xu Yajun was not surprised. She smiled softly, and looked out of the window: "The first prize is fine, but the first prize should go to Xie Jinyun. His wrist is stronger than mine, so let's guarantee the second place."

  (end of this chapter)

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