Except for Xu Yajun, they couldn't find a second Liang Ti that was so well written.

"She's going above and beyond?" President Xue was also surprised.

He stopped talking to Steward Jiang and walked over to the judges to watch.

At this glance, President Xue was also a little stunned.

"This ......" President Xue also knows Xu Yajun well, and the artistic conception is sometimes difficult to find, but the basic skills are there, he holds this work, and his eyes are eager: "This is not Yajun's word, Yajun definitely does not have such wrist strength!" ”

Not Xu Yajun's?

Whose is that?

Where did the dark horse pop up?

The seven judges looked at each other.

Jiang Fuli, who had been sitting in front of him and looking at the computer with his eyes down, finally raised his head, knocked on the table with his slender fingertips, and said two words that could not be ignored: "Take it." ”

President Xue wanted to take a second look.

Hearing this voice, he didn't dare to refuse, and reached out and respectfully handed over the work.

Jiang Fuli took the work, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered the light-colored pupils, and quietly looked at the words.

The most striking thing about him is the feeling of oppression that seems to be nothing, doing nothing, just sitting there lightly, and the aura revealed is enough for people not to approach.

At this time, he lowered his eyes and didn't say a word, and President Xue couldn't resist it.

The whole judging room is very audible.

Steward Jiang beside him can resist a little.

Jiang Fuli looked at it for a long time, and President Xue finally couldn't hold back, he looked at Steward Jiang as if asking for help.

Steward Jiang also felt strange, he bent down slightly and lowered his voice, "Young Master, the plane is about to leave......

"Well," Jiang Fuli returned the work to President Xue, grabbed the computer with one hand, just took two steps, remembered something, and looked at President Xue lightly: "The funds are doubled, and the first work this time will be sent to Jiang's house." ”

"Huh?" President Xue was slightly stunned.

Jiang Fuli glanced over.

There was no expression, just a sharp face like a blade of cold air.

President Xue couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly spoke, "Okay, I'll send it over personally!" ”

and others finally left.

The ice and snow in the judging room subsided instantly, like the earth rejuvenating.

The other judges and teachers immediately rushed up, "President Xue, let me take a look again, where did the person come out, this is not at the same level as others at all!" ”

After admiring it, another person suddenly asked, "How do you evaluate this?" ”

All seven of them looked at President Xue.

Chairman Xue looked at the painting and slowly made a decision.

The scores have not been fully counted, and the name cannot be put down, President Xue took out his mobile phone and called the personnel department: "Go check the list of participants in the Lanting Award Art Award this year." ”

He knows most of the people who participated in this competition.

Xie Jinyun and his apprentice Xu Yajun.

Everyone who releases it is an existence that bullies other people, how can such a person suddenly pop out and come out?

**

Bai Qian didn't know that because of her work, the seven judges and teachers negotiated and measured it all night.

I didn't sleep all night.

Wednesday.

At six o'clock in the morning, as soon as Ji Shaojun came, he saw Bai Qian sitting on the stone table, talking while eating.

"Who are you talking to?" Ji Shaojun put down a carton of milk and didn't see Ji Heng in the kitchen and yard.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from the bathroom: "It's growth hormone, pinching the back of the cucumber, it will inhibit growth hormone ......"

Ji Shaojun: "......"

What is this?

He can understand growth hormone, but why are you pinching cucumbers?

Ji Shaojun didn't understand, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

After Ji Heng came out, he silently spoke: "That Xu En wants to invite our family to dinner, Dad, what do you say?" ”

Xu En's overall impression of the Ji family is very good, the Ji family is bright and upright, very stylish, he wants to marry Ji Mulan, he has to invite them to dinner to discuss marriage.

And Ji Shaojun also has a good impression of Xu En, he is polite, and his speech skills are much better than those of the Ren family.

He is such a sister as Ji Mulan.

Even though Mu Lan ran away from home and married the Bai family at that age, Ji Shaojun did not give up this sister.

Now that she has found a good home, Ji Shaojun is also happy for her, of course, if Ji Mulan improves a little more as a mother, Ji Shaojun may be even happier.

"I'm going to class," Bai Qian said slowly, "I'm missing two days of class, and I have to make up for it." ”

"Why are you missing two days of class?" Ji Shaojun didn't know about her going to Jiangjing to compete.

Bai Qian drank the last sip of milk and smiled at Ji Shaojun: "I'll go and see how Jiangjing is, if it's good, I'm going to take the Jiangjing University exam." ”

Ji Shaojun: "...... It's good if you're happy. ”

"Ah Qian is not going," Ji Heng took the rag and asked Ji Shaojun to move the embroidery frame out, thinking for a while, "I'll go with you." ”

He was going to make it clear to Ji Mulan.

Ji Shaojun nodded, and he went in to move the embroidery frame, "Then I'll reply to Mr. Xu." ”

"Grandpa, uncle, I'm going to school." Bai Qi is now very sensitive to the name Ji Mulan.

She and Ji Mulan are two parallel lines, as long as the other party is okay and don't mess with her.

"Let's go," Ji Heng waved his hand while asking Ji Shaojun to be careful, "Pay attention to the car on the road." ”

After Bai Qian left, he looked at Ji Shaojun who moved out of the embroidery frame.

"Do you really want to demolish?"

Ji Shaojun moved the embroidery frame, rarely felt out a cigarette, and answered vaguely, "I won't sign." ”

He crouched to the side, his expression silent.

Ji Heng took the rag and slowly wiped the embroidery frame, "Do you want me to follow ......?"

"You don't care." Ji Shaojun was extremely disgusted with the Ren family, and he knew what Ji Heng wanted to do as soon as he heard it, "They won't agree to this matter." ”

Ji Heng looked at Ji Shaojun like that, and didn't say anything more, but his brows were slightly twisted.

**

Bai Qian took her schoolbag and went to school.

Just out of Qingshui Street.

She saw the blue car parked opposite.

Bai Qian raised an eyebrow, she walked over, reached out and knocked on the car door.

The passenger window was lowered to reveal the man in the driver's seat.

Jiang Fuli was still wearing last night's white shirt, his right hand was loosely propped up on the steering wheel, his palm supported his face, and his light-colored eyes looked at the co-pilot.

"Aren't you still in Jiangjing?" Bai Qian paused his hearing, and felt very surprised that he appeared at the gate of Qingshui Street early in the morning.

Jiang Fuli came back to his senses.

He leaned over to open the passenger door, and tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips at will, "I came back last night, there is something in the laboratory, get in the car first." ”

The face does not change.

Bai Qi opened the passenger seat.

As soon as I wanted to reopen my hearing, I saw several WeChat messages received on my mobile phone.

Lance: [That's a great idea]

Lance: [Now I'm going to try]

Lance: [Image]]

He sent a CT picture.

Bai Qi clicked on it and looked at it, and could clearly see the bone structure.

She was indeed very resistant to Western medicine at first, but in the past two days of communication, she realized that it is not without reason that Western medicine is so popular in this society.

The loss of most of the prescriptions of Chinese medicine is one of them.

The other part is because Western medicine is based on science, and everything is clear to you.

Almost by the machine, the lesion and the source can be seen clearly.

Bai Qian has to admit that there is merit in this.

They don't have to look at it.

Bai Qian leaned on the back of the chair, but she had seen that real doctors did not need to rely on instruments, and those who walked in Xiangcheng could see the lesions of the soldiers at a glance.

She always felt that there was no cultural disconnection.

But now she can't help but think, how can it be replaced by hundreds of years of Western medicine after thousands of years......

Red light.

Jiang Fuli watched her stop at the English listening page for a long time, and didn't click on it, so he couldn't help but tilt his head and comment on her learning: "...... Meditation in English? ”

Bai Qian came back to his senses.

She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, revealing her snow-white collar inside, the window was ajar, the wind gently lifted her broken hair, and her eyebrows were delicate to the eye.

Bai Qian first glanced at his phone, then lazily looked at Jiang Fuli, squinted slightly, and hooked the corners of his lips: "No, I'm thinking about how to kill English." ”

No matter when and where, Jiang Gongzi, who can kill the Quartet: "......"

He stepped on the accelerator.

No why, he knew that Bai Qi really wanted to kill English.

"Why don't you speak?" Bai Qian held his chin in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Fuli turned the steering wheel and said very calmly: "I want to too, but you have to be sensible." ”

"Peace, peace," Bai Qi reopened his English hearing, smiled at him, and sighed, "I know." ”

Jiang Fuli turned the car around, and turned his head to catch a glimpse of a trace of regret between her eyebrows.

“……”

**

Bai Qian returned to school, and Lu Xiaohan and others came to ask her where she had been in the past two days.

"Something," Bai Qian replied casually, she put her schoolbag on the desk, glanced at Yang Lin's direction, and frowned, "Did my tablemate come yesterday?" ”

"No," Lu Xiaohan whispered, "Mother Lu seems to have visited her home last night, and she doesn't know what the situation is." ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Bai Qi's eyes again, and didn't dare to say anything more.

Yang Lin has always been alone, and Lu Xiaohan has only become familiar with Yang Lin since Bai Qian came.

Bai Qian sat down, slowly took out the books in his schoolbag, and thought that he would go to Lu Lingxi to ask for the address.

The phone lit up again.

This time it was Qiu Xuezheng's news.

Teacher Qiu: [There will be a quota at 10 o'clock today, you remember to tell me as soon as possible.] 】

Bai Qi took out the biology book and looked at it-

[I can't see it, I want to go to class]

She replied very calmly.

Teacher Qiu: [?] 】

Teacher Qiu: [Have you returned to Xiangcheng? You're just going back to Xiangcheng? Are you really back in Xiangcheng? 】

Qiu Xuezheng asked three times in a row.

Bai Qi: [I still have to go to class]

Teacher Qiu has no doubts that she can win the award: [But she still has to receive the award after the announcement!] You're still going to the award ceremony! 】

[Classes can be held at any time!] 】

Bai Qian replied very coldly and ruthlessly: [Then they can send it back]

On the other end of the phone.

Teacher Qiu found it difficult to understand.

The Lanting Award every three years, three years ago, even if Qiu Boqing was only nominated, he stayed until the last moment, and Bai Qian said "send it back"?

You don't even receive the prize, and you have to send it back?

He saw that Bai Qian didn't reply to him, and it was estimated that the other party was brushing the question again.

Qiu Xuezheng took his mobile phone and called Vice President Qian.

"Vice President," Qiu Xuezheng said in a polite voice, and after a little hesitation, he said, "When the results are out later, you will tell me as soon as possible." ”

The quota of the Lanting Award of the Chinese Calligraphy Association is in the form of a list.

After the selection is completed as soon as possible, it will be posted on the list of the China Calligraphy Association, and two days later, it will be distributed to the official website of the China Calligraphy Association.

At ten o'clock today, the list will be posted on time.

"I know," Vice President Qian is even more anxious than Qiu Xuezheng, and before eight o'clock now, he is already waiting in front of the list with a group of people, "Don't worry too much." ”

Hang up.

Vice President Qian looked at Jian Rong beside him, and he patted Jian Rong's shoulder, "Don't be nervous, your second prize is stable." ”

Jian Rong smiled and diverted her attention, "By the way, what about the female classmate before, why didn't you see her today?" ”

"I'm home." Vice Qian replied.

"Home?" Jian Rong was a little stunned.

Beside him, Qiu Boqing was not surprised, "I won't get the award anyway." ”

Vice Qian said lightly to Jian Rong, and then didn't mention Bai Qi more, after all, she was only mentioned to divert attention.

"Xie Jinyun and that Miss Xu didn't come today." Qiu Boqing thought of these two people, and he glanced around.

"It's normal," Vice President Qian understood very well, "one of them is the first, the other is the second, there is no need to come." This year's Lanting Award, you are also unlucky to meet them. ”

This is the confidence in one's own strength.

Nine forty.

The people from the Chinese Calligraphy Association came over with the red list.

Everyone watched eagerly as the red list, covered in red satin, was posted on the bulletin board.

Vice President Qian, who had been talking, didn't speak anymore with Jian Rong, staring intently at the list.

Ten o'clock arrived.

The red silk was lifted.

In an instant, everyone flocked to it.

Vice Qian had the foresight to do so, and one of the reasons why the Beicheng Book Association sent him was because of his good physical strength.

He took the lead in squeezing in, looking from the bottom up, the first thing was the nomination, passing through the names one by one, he saw "Xu Hao" and "Qiu Boqing" in the nomination award.

Both of them have the possibility of winning the third prize.

Vice President Qian thought that at least one of the two of them could enter the third prize this time, why was they all selected?

He frowned slightly.

Why didn't either of them play well?

Then he looked at the third prize, there were many people in the third prize, he looked over one by one, and when he was about to pass by, he saw a familiar name inside-

Simple!

Jian Rong is Beicheng's greatest hope this time.

The second prize is almost ironclad, how can it be the third prize?

Vice President Qian was incredulous, he repeatedly watched the third prize three times before he was sure that Jian Rong was the real third prize.

At the same time, there were exclamations of "what's going on" around them, and it seemed that most people had doubts about the rating.

Jian Rong is the third prize, so who will be the second prize?

Vice Qian frowned and looked at the place where the second prize was.

There are many awards set up for the Lanting Award, and in the past, the first prize of art calligraphy would be set to 3-5, and the second prize would range from 10.

However, this year's second prize was only five people!

He looked at the first name shown in the second prize—

Thank you and the wind.

This is Xie Jinyun's name in the book world, and almost everyone present knows it.

The question is how Xie Jinyun won the second prize??

Xu Yajun surpassed Xie Jinyun?

Vice Qian looked at the list that followed Xie Jinyun closely, and it was Xu Yajun.

The next three names are all names that the Chinese Calligraphy Association can win the first prize this time, so why are they all in the second prize?

Is there no first prize this year??

Everyone had this question, looking at the first row.

The ten o'clock sun was a bit harsh.

Vice Qian felt that there might be something wrong with this world, so he wiped his eyes and looked at the first line.

Then his fingers trembled, and it took several times before he pulled out of his pocket the report form that he had folded into a ball.

He looked at the last name—

Name: Bai Qi

Entry name: White Pick

After checking repeatedly, he looked up again and looked at the first row—

Only five words.

1st Prize: White Pickup

This year's first prize at the Pavilion Awards broke an all-time record.

For the first time, they didn't have more than one first prize tied for the first prize.

Rather, the first prize is set up for one person, and there is no one else to compare with this person!

Fault first.

Good morning, who said I couldn't write today that I won't win the prize, nonsense!

That's it! (So this fault number one is not worth a precious monthly pass~)

See you tomorrow~