058 Someone from the Chinese Calligraphy Association! Guaranteed second place!
"Of course," Qiu Xuezheng came to his senses. He looked at Bai Zi and explained seriously: "As long as he was shortlisted, someone would come to you. The third prize of the Chinese Calligraphy Association will definitely invite you to become a member. If you want to apply for the local Calligraphy Association's affirmation, then you will be accepted by the local Calligraphy Association.
You won't be stuck. The ranking... Of course, the higher the better, let alone if you win the first prize, there is a possibility of senior members of the China Calligraphy Association..."
Speaking of this, Qiu Xuezheng didn't continue talking.
He realized that Bai Zi was more concerned about Xiangcheng, so he chose this resource to continue talking about it.
Many children in Xiangcheng like to learn calligraphy, but this place is remote and there are no teachers. Few people hire famous teachers from Beicheng like the Ren family, so most of them learn by themselves without any rules.
"By the way," Qiu Xuezheng suddenly remembered something, and he stared at Bai Zi with bright eyes, "How old are you this year?"
"Two..." Bai Feng was thinking about Lanting Prize. Hearing this, he spoke subconsciously and stopped again. She closed her eyes and remained silent for a while: "Well, nineteen."
"Nineteen." The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau's eyes were very bright.
At this age, it will not be very big when participating in the Lanting Award next time.
I made sure that she would participate. Qiu Xuezheng and the others were relieved. He seriously told Bai Xuesheng: "You practice writing more during this period, and your writing is still a little unstable. Next week, you will hand over the work.
Go up."
It’s not long before the deadline for the Lanting Award.
After Bai Zi left, the principal looked at the two of them, "Mr. Qiu, Director, let's go to have a meal first?"
"Okay," the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau finally showed a smile on his face. He went out and looked at Bai Shi's direction, "It's certain that he was shortlisted. I wonder if she and Teacher Xiao Qiu can win the third prize this time."
"I'm too young at the age of nineteen, how many points are there," Qiu Xuezheng came out. He knew more inside information than the two around him. He sighed: "And this time, Lanting Awards are the crouching tiger, Hidden Dragon, just Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun
It's too eye-catching. But the problem is not big. She is still young now, and she will definitely make a big splash in the next Lanting Award."
The principal didn't understand these things, so he just listened quietly.
"What if classmate Bai has written even more outstanding works during this period, it would be great if he could win it. A 19-year-old third prize winner will win the first prize in three years."
The director couldn't help laughing out loud as he thought, "When the time comes, our Xiangcheng will be seen by them, and the China Calligraphy Association will definitely allocate resources for us."
This is too beautiful to think about.
Qiu Xuezheng looked at the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau speechlessly.
I used to dream that Qiu Boqing could win the prize every day, but now I dare to dream of the first prize.
**
Bai Zi 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. Why is the meaning of reading? It is to read for yourself…”
Zhang Shize was sleeping on his back, while Ning Xiao and Yang Lin were doing questions.
Bai Su sat back in 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 Zi in a low voice: "What are the principals looking for you again? Do you want to shoot promotional videos?"
"No," Bai Feng pulled the cover with one hand and leaned lazily against the back of the chair. Suddenly he looked up again and smiled at Lu Xiaohan: "Why didn't you learn calligraphy well at that time?"
Lu Xiaohan touched his nose and shrugged: "I learned a little from the teacher when I was in elementary school big-character class. Later, I looked for videos online and learned it myself."
When she spoke at the end, she was a little proud.
Those who learn calligraphy know that with the guidance of a teacher, you can not only avoid detours, but also lay a solid foundation as soon as possible, and it will be easier to write when lifting your pen and writing.
Calligraphy is profound and profound, and it is difficult to improve without a teacher.
But Xiangcheng didn’t even have a calligraphy association. Those who achieved some success all settled in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.
Most of the Hunan City are ordinary migrant workers, and they do not have the ability to go to Beicheng to hire a calligraphy teacher to teach their children specifically.
Lu Xiaohan is the same, most of her self-study.
There are almost no chances like today that you can hear Qiu Xuezheng’s speech.
"Well..." Bai Feng lowered his head, pressed his fingertips against the exercise book, lowered his eyelashes, and wrote casually on the physical paper.
Lu Xiaohan also wanted to brag about it with Bai Shi, so he found a lot of videos to teach himself.
But when she looked at Bai Fu lowering her head, she felt a sense of sadness in her inexplicably.
Lu Xiaohan swallowed the latter sentence and just watched Bai Su slowly write the physics questions.
In fact, most of Baishu has been writing about biology in the past two weeks. Occasionally, Ning Xiao Youdao will communicate with Baishu.
That's when.
The entire Fifteenth class suddenly became quiet.
Lu Xiaohan felt a chill behind her back, and her sixth sense made her turn quickly, sit upright and take out the college entrance examination for ten years and start to do the questions.
When my eyes slanted, I saw Lu Lingxi, who was elusive in the window.
Everyone in the class was doing homework seriously, only Zhang Shize was still sleeping.
Lu Lingxi walked to him gently and raised his hand—
"Ah--" Zhang Shize stood up with his ears grabbed and saw Lu Lingxi at a glance, "Mom Lu, Mom Lu's men will have the life of a handsome guy!"
"What time will it take to play last night?" Lu Lingxi sneered.
Zhang Shize: "It's just twelve o'clock...it's...it's two o'clock, it's fifty-nine!"
Less than three points is his last stubbornness.
"It's good to sleep during the day and play games at night, right?" How many times have you said Zhang Shize? Now in this society, if you don't have a diploma, you will be frustrated when you do anything," Lu Lingxi let go, and said to the end, pointing to the back: "Go and stand in the back."
.”
Zhang Shize took the book and went to the back with a bitter taste.
After Lu Lingxi finished speaking, she looked down at Bai Zi and finished writing a question before she gently said to Bai Zi: "Bai Zi, come out."
Zhang Shize was amazed at the speed of face change.
"The principal said he wanted to give your contact information to Teacher Qiu," Lu Lingxi told her about this, "I'll give him your number, can you see?"
This is nothing.
Bai Su nodded.
**
Saturday.
Director Chen came to find Ming Dongheng, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were not there, so he relaxed a lot in his sitting position: "There is another match for Mr. Bai next Tuesday. If he wins this game, his points will reach third."
"Ticket." Ming Dongheng poured himself a cup of tea, concise and cold.
"It's ready." Director Chen took out the freshly released ticket and handed it to Ming Dongheng.
He was very proud of the past two days. After Bai Zi asked some questions, he did two things in Xiangcheng beautifully. Mr. Chen praised him very much.
The two were talking.
Outside, the servant brought a woman in, "Ming Shao, the people from the China Calligraphy Association have arrived."
Ming Dongheng raised his eyes slightly and said "Yeah".
He was a cold-hearted person himself, and after following Jiang Fuli, his aura became more and more attractive.
Director Chen didn't know who this Miss Xu was, so he looked out the door in surprise.
A tall woman walked in from outside. She was wearing a plain white dress. The weather in Xiangcheng was not too hot, but she didn't even wear a coat.
After entering the door, she lowered her head slightly and did not dare to look at any place at will.
"Mr. Ming," she stood aside, saw only two people sitting on the sofa, paused a little, "Mr. Chen."
Director Chen 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 the things." Xu Yajun stood aside and replied very cautiously.
Ming Dongheng knew she was coming.
He glanced at Xu Yajun, didn't know her, and just said lightly: "Sit for a while, I'll go up and get it."
Xu Yajun nodded quickly.
After Ming Dongheng left, she was a little more comfortable and sat aside.
"By the way," the president of the China Calligraphy Association is well-known in calligraphy and painting, and he also writes Liang's style. He often drinks tea with the old man. Director Chen is also familiar with him, "Is President Xue in good health now?"
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. He went to Mr. Chen to drink tea and enjoy calligraphy and paintings two days ago."
When talking about the old man, Director Chen also laughed.
He looked at Xu Yajun with a much better expression.
Ming Dongheng took a rectangular wooden box from the upper floor and handed it to Xu Yajun, "Take it, go back to President Xue, don't unpack it."
He was used to being cold, so Xu Yajun quickly stood up and took it with both hands.
"Oh," Looking at the wooden box, Director Chen suddenly realized that President Xue had been harassing Jiang Fuli in the past and had been expelled by Ming Dongheng many times. "This is for exhibition."
He was talking.
The cell phone rang in my pocket.
Seeing the name shown above, Director Chen's eyes lit up, and he stood up "heat, Uncle Ji, fishing? Okay, I like fishing the most, wait for me!"
He didn't care about the people in the hall and hurriedly said to Ming Dongheng: "Mr. Ming, I have to go fishing with Uncle Ji, please put the tickets."
After saying that, Director Chen walked out.
Ming Dongheng also heard Director Chen talk to his subordinates: "Go and prepare fishing tools for me..."
Ming Dongheng: “…?”
Ji, uncle, uncle?
Who is Chen Yongkun calling this?
Ming Dongheng's face became more and more cold, and he looked at Director Chen's back with a faint look.
His hand rubbed it.
Xu Yajun, who was still standing aside, was also very surprised. Ji?
She searched the entire Jiang Jing, but she never heard of any person with the surname Ji. She could make Director Chen react so much. Who is this "Uncle Ji"?
Ming Dongheng glanced at Xu Yajun and said coldly: "Miss Xu has something to do?"
He called Miss Xu politely.
Xu Yajun did not dare to respond. She quickly stood upright, subconsciously glanced upstairs, and then said, "I won't disturb Ming Shao."
After leaving the Iron Gate, Xu Yajun's expression became much lighter.
A white car is waiting on the road next door.
Ji Mulan sat in the passenger seat and looked ahead until she saw the white figure. Xu En from the driver's seat quickly opened the door and got out of the car.
Xu En got out of the car, so Ji Mulan naturally didn't dare to let him get out of the car.
Follow them down too.
"Miss Xu." Xu En greeted Xu Yajun with a smile.
He and Xu Yajun's father were old acquaintances. Xu Yajun nodded at him and smiled faintly: "Uncle Xu, I'm going to stay for two days. I'll bother you this time."
Xu En knew that Xu Yajun called Uncle Xu for the sake of her father. Xu Yajun was well etiquette, but Xu En dared not really put himself in 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 "subject Ji".
Subconsciously I remembered Mr. Chen’s words just now, “Uncle Ji.”
"Where are you from Jiangjing?" Xu Yajun looked at Ji Mulan, looking a little rigorous.
Xu En was surprised by Xu Yajun's attitude, and then smiled: "She is not from Jiangjing, but from Xiangcheng. This time she happened to have a project, so she came with her to meet her father."
Ji Mulan listened to Xu En's words and smiled impeccably.
But I feel extremely uncomfortable.
She has tried very hard to escape from Xiangcheng, but she cannot escape from the shadow of Xiangcheng in every place.
Sure enough, after she saw Xu En talk about Xiangcheng, Miss Xu's smile faded a lot.
Xu Yajun no longer asked about this matter, but got into the car.
On the car.
Xu En looked at the rearview mirror, and Xu Yajun still held the wooden box without putting it on the chair. It was obvious that the length of the wooden box should be the scroll.
"Which master's calligraphy is this?" Xu En has done his homework in the past two days and strives to chat with Xu Yajun.
When Xu Yajun heard this, she was stunned for a moment before shook her head: "I'm looking for Mr. Ming to take it, as for who it is... you'd better not know."
Xu En was shocked.
As soon as Xu Yajun talked about Mr. Ming, he knew which "Ming" this was.
Ji Mulan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was very silent, and she didn't know most of the conversation between the two.
"The Lanting Award is about to begin. I thought Miss Xu would stay in the China Calligraphy Association forever," Xu En easily changed the topic, "Congratulations in advance for you to win the first prize."
The PT grade ninth exam shone brightly, was invited to join the China Calligraphy Association, and participated in the first Lanting Award at the 20th, and won the third prize.
This is the second time I participated in this year.
Everyone loves to listen to beautiful words, and Xu Yajun was not surprised. She chuckled softly and her eyes floated out the window: "The first prize is OK, but the first one should be Xie Jinyun. His wrist strength is greater than mine, so I will guarantee the second best."