This video was sent by Ji Heng to Ji Shaorong.

Last night, it was rare for their family to have dinner and discuss together, and Ji Shaojun knew that Bai Qian had learned guzheng in the Bai family for a year.

Now when I go back to Xiangcheng, I can't let my children learn the guzheng.

Bai Qian was memorizing the words over and over again, and he heard it clearly, but he didn't expect that today was only the next day.

Ji Shaorong made arrangements.

Ji Heng heard that he had found the best teacher in Xiangcheng, and specially sent the video to Ji Shaorong.

"Mr. Ji," Mr. Yue looked at Ji Shaojun fixedly, "Guzheng is a collision of emotion and soul, the existence of Guzheng is not to show itself to people, not to grandstand, it is the cleanest and purest, with utilitarian ideas to learn Guzheng, will never go to the palace." Sorry, I don't want to hear it. ”

He didn't mean to hear it.

Directly bypassed the stunned Ren Wanxuan to leave.

"Teacher Yue, I respect your point of view, but I don't agree with it." Bai Qian turned around slowly.

She didn't justify the guzheng she had studied for more than ten years, nor did she explain why she didn't understand the guzheng faction, she only looked at him, "The development history of the guzheng for thousands of years, inheritance and promotion are the most important." But the world is diverse, this is the charm of civilization and inheritance, and we can also like many things while liking the guzheng. People need to eat, have you put aside everything you have to get to know them in a real sense? Why deny them? ”

Teacher Yue paused, and he looked at Bai Qian lightly: "Successful artists should marginalize themselves, advocating art is the original intention, and life is a practice." I can tell you this, you're never going to make it. ”

Originally, I came with anticipation today, but I didn't want to be disappointed.

He didn't expect to be like Master Jian, to receive a very talented student who liked and studied Guzheng seriously.

As long as the other party has a little aura and is willing to work hard.

Instead of accepting a student who is contaminated with utilitarianism, has lost his heart, and has not even touched the guzheng a few times.

Since ancient times, Xiangcheng has produced well-known guzheng masters, and Mr. Yue is one of the well-known ones.

Even Ren Wanxuan has heard of it.

Ren Wanxuan came over, because she wanted to know which famous teacher Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei had found for Bai Qi, knowing that it was Teacher Yue, Ren Wanxuan was not without jealousy.

But right now—

This teacher didn't identify with Bai Qi like everyone else, didn't think Bai Qi played the zither well, and felt that she would never succeed.

The sourness that had just been felt suddenly disappeared.

The praise for Bai Qian had been accumulated in her heart for a long time, and it was finally empty at this moment.

She lowered her head and tightly pressed the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but rise, "Dad, I'm here to tell you that there is a parent-teacher meeting this week, since you have something to do, then I'll go first." ”

After she finished speaking, she forced herself down again before leaving.

"What kind of artist," Ren Jiawei sat down with her hands on her chest, sneered, and couldn't help but say to Bai Qi: "This surnamed Yue is just like your grandfather, useless and stinky temper!" Don't listen to him, look at your grandfather, who engages in art and tradition every day, what is it like now? He also doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, don't charge a penny if you let him appear in public! ”

"Okay," Ji Shaorong looked at Ren Jiawei with a headache, "Don't say this again in the future, you will be sprayed to death." ”

Ren Jiawei disagreed, she was originally a layman.

What art is the same for her, the group of students who study art, which one doesn't burn money?

Bai Qi's eyebrows were lowered, and he listened to Ren Jiawei while reciting words, occasionally nodding his head.

She sits in a well-behaved position, and her slightly scattered hair is softly on her eyebrows.

Quiet and serious.

Ren Wanxuan is used to being willful at home, Ren Jiawei has never seen someone who listens to her so carefully and responds, she pauses before she speaks, "Don't worry, I'll go to Beicheng to find you another master." ”

Bai Qian rested his wrist on the table and slowly swiped a word.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said to the two very seriously: "Thank you for running for me, but I really don't need the guzheng teacher to teach me." ”

Her teacher has finished teaching all the things that should be taught.

The rest depends on how much she can comprehend herself.

"Got it, got it." Ren Jiawei waved her hand casually, and she didn't know if she had listened to it, "Eat first." ”

**

Bai Qi returned to the class after eating, and Teacher Yue's words had no effect on her.

She was just thinking about Guzheng.

After flipping out his notebook and drawing a miniature zither.

Bai Qian couldn't help but turn to the black cat, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows-

I don't know if Mr. Yue saw Jiang Gongzi's painting and dared to say in front of him that his painting was too dull and ingenious.

"Yang Lin hasn't come back yet?" Ahead, Lu Xiaohan turned his head, looked at Yang Lin's position, and twisted his eyebrows slightly, "What did she do every time?" ”

"You don't know?" Bai Qian came back to her senses, she took out a pen and looked at Lu Xiaohan.

Lu Xiaohan shrugged.

has been in the same class for more than a year, and Lu Xiaohan has almost no understanding of Yang Lin.

Yang Lin never spoke to other people, and was more introverted than Ning Xiao.

The only thing I know is because of the white sage.

probably only knows that Yang Lin's family situation is not good, and she has been working part-time, and she doesn't know much about the rest.

Bai Qian opened the cap of the pen and glanced at Yang Lin's position.

I thought about asking Lu Lingxi again tomorrow.

She took the pen, did not immediately write her homework, but remembered something, lowered her eyes, drew a line on the blank paper, and then used her white fingertips to push away the undried pen and ink, and quickly finished.

glanced at it, then turned on the phone, took a picture, and sent it to Jiang Fuli.

Jiang Fuli, who was accepting the results, saw WeChat and clicked on it casually, and inside was a black and white cat-

It lowered its whole body, lazily lying on the ground and sleeping with its eyes closed, its tail curled up, and its fluffy fur could be seen lazily spreading.

Jiang Fuli was a little silent, he was typing "good drawing".

Before it was sent, the next second, Bai Qi's message came again.

Very good, it's the cat he drew earlier.

The contrast is stark.

Jiang Fuli looked at the typed words, and deleted them one by one-

【。。。 】

He tapped the black cat that was lying on its stomach again.

Then I put my phone on the table and glance at it once in a while.

"A nice ink painting!" Beside him, He Wen, who handed the experiment report to Jiang Fuli, saw at a glance that Jiang Fuli had placed the mobile phone on the table without turning it off.

Somewhat amazed.

Jiang Fuli took the experiment report with his cold white fingertips, glanced at him, and said in a light tone: "This is drawn with a black pen." ”

"Really?" He Wen took a closer look and found that it was indeed not an ink painting.

Even more amazing.

So, in the afternoon, the members of the group who came to Jiang Fuli knew that Jiang Gongzi had received an ink painting drawn with a black pen.

Very nice to see.

Bai Qian drew casually, bluffing a group of science and engineering students in the laboratory.

**

After school in the evening, Bai Qian didn't go to the library, and went directly to see Jiang He.

The other party sent her a dozen commas in one afternoon.

When Bai Qian arrived, Jiang He was holding a tablet and sending a message to a person-

[Hehe, you tell the teacher, who added a few strokes to this painting? 】

Jiang He: 【,】

——[It can't be Jiang Shao, and it can't be Mr. Ming......]

Jiang He: 【,】

The other party sent a bunch of text speculations again, Jiang He heard someone knocking on the door, and hurriedly threw away the tablet, got up from the ground and opened the door.

Bai Qian squatted at the door, slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jiang He.

Jiang He opened it to take a look and found that it was a cat lying on the ground.

He blinked in surprise.

"Study hard." Bai Qi got up.

Jiang Fuli hasn't taken much care of the laboratory in the past few days, and won't come back until twelve o'clock in the evening.

Bai Qian remembered the app that Jiang Xiangli said, clicked on this month's question bank, and the chemistry question from last time popped up.

She glanced at it and sent a screenshot of it.

Jiang He has been playing with the Rubik's Cube by her side.

Bai Qian finished a set of rolls here, and then said to Jiang He that he would come to see him tomorrow, so he went downstairs.

Downstairs.

Chen Ju was talking to Ming Dongheng.

"Wang Youfeng did have an old illness caused by a leg injury," Chen Ju received the news he heard on the black market, and then complained to Ming Dongheng: "He won't repair the door today, go repair the floor tiles." ”

Once Chen Ju can still believe it.

After all, Chen Beixuan really helped the old grandmother.

But again and again, Chen Ju felt that this Wang Youfeng was uneasy and kind.

While the two were talking, Bai Qi came down from upstairs, and Chen Ju stood faster than Ming Dongheng: "Miss Bai? Are you going back? I happen to have something to do and I'm going to Blackwater Street, I'll take you back? ”

Ming Dongheng, who had just stood up, slowly stared at Chen Ju.

His gaze was very cold.

Bai Qian knew that Chen Ju often went to Blackwater Street, so she pursed her eyes lightly and bowed politely to Chen Ju: "Thank you." ”

Chen Ju was overjoyed, and even Ming Dongheng, who was staring at him, didn't care anymore: "Miss Bai, my car is outside!" ”

"Mr. Ming," Chen Ju took the key, "then I'll take Miss Bai away first." ”

The two left.

Ming Dongheng stood outside the big iron gate, watching Chen Ju's car drive away, Bai Qian would rather take the bus himself than let him pick it up, Ming Dongheng thought about it for half an hour, but he didn't expect to understand-

Why?

**

Tsing Shui Street.

Bai Qian asked Chen Ju to stop the car at the entrance of Qingshui Street.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw the old man leaning against the wall, squinting and pulling out his mobile phone as if he was going to make a call.

Recognizing that this was the old man who wrestled on the side of the road last time, Bai Qian carried his schoolbag, put away his mobile phone, and held the person up: "Where do you live?" ”

It was getting a little dark.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with a cloudy gaze, the other party's face was cold and white, his eyebrows and eyes were bright, and he was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School in a regular manner, clean and tidy.

"Little girl," she recognized Bai Qi and smiled instantly, "It's you." ”

"Do you live nearby?" Bai Qian easily supported her and tilted her head slightly: "I'll send you back." ”

"When people are old, they have some minor problems with their legs and feet," the old man hesitated, "will it trouble you?" I was calling for my grandson to pick me up. ”

"It's fine."

Knowing that the old grandmother was in the nearby alley, Bai Qian helped the person to walk slowly forward.

Chen Ju slowly drove the car to Heishui Street, and saw Bai Qian supporting an old man from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but sigh, Miss Bai is really a good student.

It's just that......

Chen Ju looked at the rearview mirror, is the old man a little familiar?

Before he could think of anything, in the rearview mirror, the two turned a corner, and they couldn't see the figures.

In less than ten minutes, Bai Qian learned that the old man was Grandma Wang, and his ancestors had lived on Qingshui Street for generations.

"Ah Qian, look," Grandma Wang was wearing a wide camouflage uniform, and the whole person was even thinner, she pointed to the small courtyard in front of her, and said with a smile: "That's my house, let's go, you go in and drink a glass of water." ”

She patted the back of Bai Qi's hand.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the gate, the people in the courtyard heard the voice, he was thirty or forty years old, with a slight stubble on his face, and he was shirtless, revealing the blue white tiger tattoos on his chest and shoulders.

Carrying a shovel in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth, he opened the half-hidden door: "Godmother, I said let me go and get ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the girl holding Grandma Wang, and he paused in the middle of the conversation.