There are many people at the main gate of the General Painting Association, and when she contacted Yan Langfeng, the other party had already told her.

Gave her an address for the back door.

Compared with the main entrance, there are almost no people on the road at the back door, and there is no guard room, so you can only enter by swiping the access card.

Meng Fu opened the car door and asked Old Man Jiang to get out of the car, listening to Old Man Jiang's words, she was silent for a while: "...... Possibly. ”

Old Man Jiang got out of the car on crutches, and when he heard the words, he only glanced at Meng Fu suspiciously, not quite understanding what Meng Fu meant by "maybe".

The driver also hurriedly got out of the driver's seat and followed the two.

The back door of the painting association is a fence-type iron gate, which is a place for logistics personnel to pass through on weekdays, and too many people gather at the main gate inside, and only one car occasionally passes by at the back door.

Inside was a concrete road, and there was no one to see on the road.

Old Man Jiang looked at it with a long head, and no one appeared at the end of the road, so he turned his gaze to Meng Fu, and hesitated a little: "Your master is from the Painting Association?" Isn't he in your village? ”

He saw Meng Fu's variety show from beginning to end, and naturally knew that there was an issue of Best Idol in which Meng Fu mentioned her master.

At that time, Old Man Jiang knew that Meng Fu had a master in Wanmin Village.

"That's not it, I've found a new master." Meng Fu's eyes were good, and she had already seen someone coming at the end of the road, so she stood up straight.

"Hasn't he come out yet?" Old Man Jiang continued to look inside the back door.

At this time, he and the driver could see someone approaching at the end of the road.

Old Man Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu if he was her teacher, but when he saw that the person at the head was dressed in a long robe, not angry but mighty, and followed by several respectful subordinates, Old Man Jiang didn't ask.

Mr. Jiang is in business, although he has a relationship with the Yu family, he doesn't know anyone from the Painting Association, and he has never entered the Painting Association.

However, this does not prevent Old Man Jiang from looking at people, the person at the head does not seem to be comparable to Yu Yong in terms of momentum or other aspects, at least at the same level as Yu Yong.

"You drive the car to the side," Mr. Jiang said to the driver, "Don't get in the way of others." ”

As soon as there was no one at the intersection, the driver parked the car by the door, and now that someone is coming out, it is not appropriate for the car to park here.

The driver also knew, he nodded, took the car keys and turned back to move the car.

Inside the door.

Yan Langfeng walked in front, followed by two people with notebooks, and behind him were three people from the T-City General Association.

He was telling the two people around him, these two were his assistants, and he was mainly talking about waiting for the speech, "As far as the outline I listed, I also teach you on weekdays, the video and the speech manuscript are in that USB drive, and in case of emergency, connect with me." ”

Although these two assistants were not Yan Langfeng's apprentices, they also learned a lot from Yan Langfeng.

The status of the Beijing Association is higher than that of other teachers.

In the past few years, when Yan Langfeng did not come to T City, his assistant held meetings for him, and their status in the T City Painting Association was comparable to that of the vice president.

Now that Yan Langfeng is leaving, these two assistants will naturally go to the top.

The group walked with the wind, and the momentum was very strong, and the corners of Yan Langfeng's robe were all brought up.

When he was about to reach the door, the person who followed behind him hurriedly trotted and took out the access card to open the door.

"That's basically it, when the time comes, the order on the scene will be maintained, and the city lord will be asked to find a team of people to come over to maintain order." Yan Langfeng forgot to leave the door while telling the people around him.

And Old Man Jiang here, with his vision, he can naturally see that this group of people is extraordinary, he watched Meng Fu stand still, he held a cane in one hand, and Meng Fu's arm in the other, dragged her aside, straightened his expression, and lowered his voice, "Fu'er, these people should be the high-level of the Painting Association, don't get in the way." ”

The two of them were standing in the middle of the door, but they were pulled by Old Man Jiang and walked to the edge of the road.

Outside, Meng Fu was wearing a hat, and when she heard Old Man Jiang's words, she didn't say a word.

The driver pulled over to the intersection and trotted over.

After seeing Yan Langfeng's party go out, he didn't continue to walk forward, but stopped at the door to talk.

"Master, that's the director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau......" The driver couldn't help but pause when he saw the face of the man holding the access card behind Yan Langfeng, and said in a very low voice in Old Man Jiang's ear.

The driver of the Jiang family came to the painting association more than once to pick up people.

The more times I came, I also knew that there were several vice presidents of the Art Association, one of whom was the director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau.

In line with the principle of respecting strangers, Old Man Jiang didn't look carefully, and when he heard the driver's words, he glanced at them inadvertently.

Director of the Cultural Bureau of T City, local news and newspapers in T City often appear, although Mr. Jiang has no contact with the Cultural Affairs Bureau, he reads the news and newspapers every day.

He squinted, this person appeared in the Painting Association, this momentum, the driver said that it was the director of the Cultural Bureau, and Old Man Jiang did not doubt it at all.

Thinking about the director of the Cultural Bureau just now, he trotted to open the door for the one in front, Old Man Jiang glanced at the driver, and then pulled Meng Fu to take a step back.

Let someone from the Cultural Affairs Bureau open the door for it.

Old Man Jiang is full of calculations, except for the city lord of T City and the president of the Painting Association from the capital, the entire T City can't find a third one.

Old Man Jiang's expression was awe-inspiring.

Although the Jiang family is now one of the most wealthy families in T City, it is just a "wealthy family", unlike these "powerful people", as soon as these people open their mouths, it is possible to determine the life and death of a wealthy family.

"Wait until they're gone." Old Man Jiang tilted his head and whispered in Meng Fu's ear.

**

"That's it, go back." After Yan Langfeng finished talking to the people around him, he waved his hand and asked them to go back.

He looked up and looked around, and saw three people huddled in the corner of the door, although Meng Fu was wearing a peaked cap, Yan Langfeng could recognize her at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows, waved his hand at the people around him, motioned for them to leave, and then raised his foot and walked directly towards Meng Fu.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to learn to draw?" Old Man Jiang tilted his head and asked Meng Fu.

Beside him, the driver didn't know what he saw, and for the first time he boldly reached out and poked Old Man Jiang's arm: "Old ...... Lord......"

"How?" Old Man Jiang tilted his head and followed the driver's gaze.

I saw that the man who had just walked in front of the Cultural Affairs Bureau was walking towards them, with a slightly old face, cloudy but sharp eyes, and two hands behind his back, looking full of momentum.

The other party's purpose is very clear, that is, to come to them.

Old Man Jiang didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Fu.

This man won't ......

He was thinking that Meng Fu had already taken off her hat and stood up straight, she was not surprised, but waved to Yan Langfeng very ordinarily and said hello: "Teacher, are you done here?" ”

"Well," seeing Meng Fu, Yan Langfeng smiled, and his eyes naturally fell on the old man beside Meng Fu, "This is ......"

"This is my grandfather," Meng Fu pointed to Old Man Jiang and introduced, and then said to Old Man Jiang, "Grandpa, this is the master I worshipped some time ago, and he taught me to paint." ”

Yan Langfeng also guessed the identity of the old man in front of him, he was not surprised, he only stretched out his hand kindly, "Master Jiang, hello, I am Meng Fu's master, Yan Langfeng." ”

Yan Langfeng.

This name is a name that most people in T City have never heard of.

But most people have heard the words "President Yan".

At least Old Man Jiang has heard Yu Yong mention "President Yan" more than once.

Before, Mr. Jiang was speculating that there was no second person in the door who could let the director of the Cultural Bureau be an accompaniment, except for President Yan.

Old Man Jiang and the driver stood beside the two of them like this, listening to the two of them talking, and their brains exploded in an instant.

Mr. Jiang has been galloping in the mall for many years and has experienced countless ups and downs, and he can control Meng Fu's MS perfume incident last time.

This was the first time, his whole person was like being hit by five thunderbolts, his brain was wooden, and he couldn't react for a while.

Because no matter what he thought, he would never be able to think of President Yan's head.

The Yu family has struggled for decades for this, and Yu Yong has only reached the stage of the vice president of T City, but he is still far from the status of President Yan.

Although Old Man Jiang had thought about letting Meng Fu worship Yu Yong as a teacher before, so that she would have a lot of artistic points.

But Old Man Jiang and Jiang Quan both knew in their hearts that he had seen that Meng Fu had been wearing a filter, asking Yu Yong to accept Meng Fu as an apprentice, and he also hoped that Yu Yong would agree for the sake of Meng Fu being his daughter.

After all, Jiang Xinran has been painting since elementary school, and Meng Fu has never learned it.

Meng Fu worshiped Yu Yongdu a little dangerously, Old Man Jiang didn't dare to think about it, she worshiped a teacher, this teacher is Yan Langfeng.

Not to mention Old Man Jiang, even the driver next to him knew what this matter meant.

President Yan's apprentice, not to mention looking at T City, even if it is placed in the capital, people dare not underestimate it.

The three words "President Yan" are the best signboard, not to mention the future, even now, the five words "President Yan's apprentice" are enough to steadily press Yu Yong's head!

Old Man Jiang's head was a little dizzy, and he felt a little unreal when he looked at Yan Langfeng's outstretched hand.

also trembled and stretched out his hand, and his voice seemed to float: "Hello, I am Meng Fu's grandfather......"

**

Jiang family.

After Old Man Jiang left, Yu Zhenling came back, and when she saw that Old Man Jiang was not at home, she entertained Yang Hua.

"These are all Xinran's things," Yu Zhenling took Yang Hua to visit Jiang Xinran's room, and then took her to Jiang Xinran's painting room, "The paintings on this are all painted by Xinran." ”

Yu Zhenling pointed to the paintings hanging around her and said lightly.

Yang Hua glanced at it.

She doesn't know how to draw, but she has seen a lot of paintings, and this painting is not as good as Master Meng Fu's painting.

Yang Hua looked at it, then withdrew her gaze and looked at the trophies and certificates around her.

Seeing Yang Hua like this, Yu Zhenling did not explain to the other party that these paintings had been included in the exhibition.

Not necessarily.

"These are her three good students from childhood to adulthood, these are the competition awards she won, mathematics just won a provincial third last time," Seeing Yang Hua looking at the award wall, Yu Zhenling continued to speak, and her tone could not hide her pride, "Here are the first and second prizes she won in painting, and this is her piano grade 5 certificate ,......"

Yu Zhenling said this to Yang Hua, just to let the other party know how good she had cultivated Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran was indeed good enough to be cultivated by her and the Yu family.

After speaking, she turned to Yang Hua, but Yang Hua just nodded, there was no pride or excitement on her face, not even the slightest surprise.

What is the reaction?

Yu Zhenling didn't bother to say more, she heard the movement downstairs, so she took Yang Hua downstairs, "Xinchen and Xinran are back." ”

Hearing this, Yang Hua was stunned.

Downstairs, it was indeed Jiang Quan who brought Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen back.

"Aunt Yang." Jiang Xinchen glanced at Yang Hua, the other party was dressed differently from what he imagined, not so facing the loess, and his clothes were clean and tidy.

Jiang Xinchen put down the book and greeted him politely.

Jiang Quan had seen Yang Hua before, and he also said hello to her, before turning to Jiang Xinran at the end, "Xinran, call someone." ”

Yang Hua looked up at Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran didn't wear a school uniform today, he was wearing a plaid shirt inside, a custom-made coat outside, his straight hair was draped behind his head, and a crystal hairpin was pinned on both sides.

From the hair to the soles of the feet, there is no place that does not look noble.

Yang Hua, who stood in front of her, was like a character from two worlds with her.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips, "Aunt Yang." ”

This is the first time the two have met, and they are also very estranged.

Jiang Quan left the space to them, "I'll go up and see Fu'er's cousin." ”

Yu Zhenling couldn't help pinching her palms, she sat on the sofa, and talked to Yang Hua with a smile: "Last week, Xinran just got the notice of the rematch of the Youth Competition of the Painting Association. ”

Yang Hua had never learned to paint, and Meng Fu didn't like it before, so she naturally didn't know, so she only subconsciously asked: "Painting Association, Youth Competition?" ”

I don't even know about the Youth Championship of the Painting Association.

The corners of Jiang Xinran's lips pursed tighter, and he didn't speak again.

It was Yu Zhenling, she picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, covered the ridicule in her eyes, smiled, and explained, "It's a young people competition held by the Painting Association, the Painting Association, and the whole country. ”

Yang Hua has been in Wanmin Village, and she has hardly come out, and she has never heard of the Youth Competition of the Painting Association.

But Yu Zhenling's tone, she could hear it a little, and Yang Hua was a little uncomfortable to hear.

Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Xinran's expression, this didn't seem to like Yang Hua much, her goal was achieved.

Yu Zhenling didn't say anything, she put down the teacup and looked at Jiang Xinchen: "Xinchen, I will take your sister to the painting association to listen to the class, today the head of the painting association comes, this class is only once in a few years, I have already told your grandfather, wait for your father to come down, you tell me." ”

Jiang Xinchen didn't know what he was thinking, and when he heard this, he only looked up, "But Aunt Yang ......"

"This is President Yan's class, and your uncle has told me a thousand times." Yu Zhenling took the bag and took Jiang Xinran away directly.

Jiang Xinran took her schoolbag directly, she glanced at Jiang Xinchen and bit her lip: "Brother, I'll give you a lecture next time." ”

Before seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Xinran still had a trace of luck, and when he saw Yang Hua, Jiang Xinran was only full of disgust and impatience.

As for the cousin upstairs who she hadn't met, Jiang Xinran didn't want to look at it again.

**

Upstairs.

Meng Wei was doing the exercises that Meng Fu gave her, and when Jiang Quan came in, she got up and said hello to the other party, neither humble nor arrogant, "Uncle Jiang." ”

These two people met two years ago, and Yang Hua didn't want to see them at that time, they were all Meng Wei busy.

A girl in her first year of high school, she is organized and organized, and she is not afraid at all when she sees the Jiang family.

Jiang Quan also admired her very much, thinking of Meng Fu, his voice was several times softer, "You continue to do the question, and I will ask the maid to call you down after dinner." ”

I saw Meng Jing, but I didn't see Yu Zhenling when I went downstairs.

Jiang Quan's brows furrowed.

Hearing Jiang Xinchen's explanation, Jiang Quan was unhappy in his heart, but Yang Hua was there, and he didn't show it, so he only took Yang Hua outside with Jiang Xinchen to take a stroll around the Jiang family's garden, and waited for Old Man Jiang to come back by the way.

It was getting late now, and the garden was as bright as day because of the guests at home.

The Jiang family garden is taken care of by a gardener, and there are many famous flowers in it.

Jiang Yuan was willing to not want Yang Hua to be restrained, but he didn't expect that Yang Hua was restrained at the beginning, Jiang Quan lowered his attitude, and she chatted with him smoothly, "This Spring Gladiolus takes good care of her." ”

The gardener was repairing the flower garden, and when he heard Yang Hua's words, he was surprised, and then surprised, "Mrs. Yang, you also know this flower." ”

In the entire Jiang family, except for the old man Jiang who loves orchids, no one knows that the orchid he carefully took care of was bought by the old man for hundreds of thousands.

The gardener knew that he had met an expert, so he chatted with Yang Hua about the precautions for raising spring gladiolus.

The two chatted, Jiang Quan and Jiang Xinchen glanced at each other and couldn't interject.

Jiang Quan was also surprised, he knew the details of Yang Hua, how did she know this Spring Gladiolus?

Jiang Quan didn't have time to think about it, outside, there was the sound of car horns.

"Grandpa must be back," Jiang Xinchen finally cheered up, and he said as he walked in the direction of the gate, "I'll open the door." ”