Every stage of life has a meaning for each stage

Jiang Fuli has always had a clear plan for his life, and it is true that he wants to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of this world, and it is also true that he wants to take her to see the snowy mountains.

The years are long, Jiang Xiangli thinks, he is not a person who will please others, but he can't hide it in her alone.

He lowered his head slightly, slightly blocking the light coming from the side, shining his silhouette extremely cold, and his facial features, which were deep and unapproachable in the past, were now soft.

Outside the window, someone is setting off fireworks, and rose-like fireworks are blooming in the air.

There are very few people in this area, and the sudden explosion of fireworks has caused many exclamations from below.

Bai Qian raised her head, her wrist was still lazily on the windowsill, she didn't seem to be very surprised, she had been in this world for more than a year, and Jiang He was the first friend she met when she came to this world.

Thinking of that night, the moonlight was very good, she was waiting for his brother with Jiang He, and the first time she saw her was called the wrong name, which was too deep in memory, but she thought that more often than not, this person was by her side.

Together, they walked through countless silent and deserted streets of Qingshui Street.

But Jiang Fuli is indeed the kind of person who is not close to the fireworks in the world and stands in the clouds, even He Wen is afraid of him and respects him, he has always been proud to the point of conceit, this kind of noble son.

Outside the window, the fireworks were still rising, exploding in the air, and the light was clearly extinguished in his eyes.

Young Master Jiang, who has always believed in himself, is not particularly confident at this time.

The other hand pressed on her wrist outside the window, his fingers were always cold, and the temperature of his fingertips was still with clear restraint.

Bai Qian looked at him for a while, "Go open the door, someone is outside." ”

Jiang Fuli let out an "oh", subconsciously let go, turned around and walked to the front to open the door.

It's the dish that has arrived.

The manager bowed his head and personally respectfully served the food, and this window could still see the last fireworks.

He served the food and quickly withdrew.

There was also a pot of tea, a purple clay pot teacup.

Jiang Fuli reached out and habitually poured a cup of tea for the opposite position, he bent down very calmly to put the teacup and teapot away, and the shirt outlined a slightly powerful arc on him.

Bai Qian was still leaning idly against the window, her hands clasped together, her right hand was still holding his glasses on the windowsill, still in a very casual state, she watched Jiang Fuli pour tea and set up the dishes and chopsticks.

The yellow and bright tea soup is obviously fragrant at the moment it is poured out.

"There is still an old class chapter here?" Bai Qian glanced at him and smiled.

"Well," Jiang Fuli opened the silver carved lids on the silver plate one by one, and his voice sounded as calm and calm as ever, "Jiang's stores have them." ”

"What do you think is the best season to go?" Bai Qian walked to the table, and the fireworks outside had disappeared.

Jiang Fuli didn't react, "What? ”

"I said," Bai Qi sat across from him, putting his glasses aside and looking up unhurriedly, "when are you going to take me?" ”

Jiang Fuli sat in place, and the thoughts that had been hidden in countless corners of Xiangcheng for so long had been suppressed in his heart, and today he got a response with the catharsis of the fireworks flying outside the window.

"Ah," he was still stunned, "all right, when do you want to go?" ”

Bai Qian picked up the teacup and took a slow sip of tea.

A little old banzhang, the tea is mellow, the tea soup is full of taste, you can feel the strength of the tea soup just after entering the mouth, dense and mellow, and the aftertaste is sweet and long.

"Winter vacation," Bai Qian thought slightly, "but not necessarily, there seems to be a summer camp during winter vacation." ”

When she spoke, Jiang Fuli finally reacted, he sat in his position, blinked, stood up with his right hand on the edge of the table on the right, rolled up his sleeves slightly, and could see the green tendons between his cold white wrists slightly bulging, his calloused left hand rubbed her chin slightly, the kiss fell on her lips, and he almost whispered: "Okay." ”

**

After eating, go back to Shanhai Apartment.

Passing by the affiliated middle school.

At this time, even the middle school affiliated to Jiangda is on vacation.

Zhang's mother opened a flower shop in the affiliated middle school, and it has not closed during this time period, and it can be seen that the business is good, and from time to time there are takeaway brothers who come to pick up flowers.

Jiang Fuli parked the car on the side of the road.

He has always disliked the wind and snow, and there is no difference between roses, moon seasons or dog's tail grass in his eyes.

Zhang's mother also felt a little oppressed in the face of Jiang Gongzi, she asked, "Do you still want a rose?" ”

Jiang Fuli nodded reservedly, holding the mobile phone with his bony fingers, and scanning the WeChat code on the counter of Zhang's mother.

I took the flowers that were handed over.

Very fresh roses, unpackaged, glass-shaped petals with snow-white water beads, lining the rouge roses more and more red.

Jiang Fuli returned to the driver's seat and handed a rose to the person in the co-pilot's hand.

The Bluetooth in the car did not play boring academic papers today, but played guzheng music, which is the music of Dean Jian, and Dean Jian is a graceful and enthusiastic representative.

So is his music.

Jiang Fuli tilted her head slightly, Bai Qian held a rose in her hand, the rose was casually pressed against her cheek, and her other hand was leaning on the car window, her restrained and flamboyant face, as described on the Internet, was young, playing the horse slanted bridge, and the building was full of red sleeves.

Sure enough, roses will look good only if they are in that person's hand.

**

Ji Shaojun's residence.

Mu Yining sent Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing back, today was too thrilling for her, so she was invited by Ji Shaojun to come up and have a cup of tea.

Shen Qing didn't have anything to say to these people in the Mu family, she let Ji Shaojun talk to them, and she went to the balcony to collect her clothes.

When Dong Xiaobai sent Ren Wanxuan back, it happened that Mu Yining hadn't left yet.

Ji Shaojun and Dong Xiaobai both played art, and they could talk, so they stayed and had a cup of tea with Mu Yining.

The tea soup is rich, Mu Yiling can't taste tea, but Dong Xiaobai can.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

This is not like the tea that the Mu family would give to Ji Shaojun.

It's weird, ask more.

Shen Qing replied stiffly, "This is the tea brought by Xiao Jiang." ”

Xiao Jiang? Which one?

Dong Xiaobai still wanted to ask, but seeing Shen Qing's appearance, he retracted the conversation and talked to Mu Yining and Ji Shaojun about Ren Wanxuan.

"You said the head of the Storytelling Association wants to recruit her?" Mu Yining was also quite surprised when she heard Dong Xiaobai's words.

The Mu family does not study much calligraphy, but because of Dong Xiaobai, Mu Yining also knows that the calligraphy association is very rigorous in recruiting members, after all, the calligraphy association is covered by Chen Lao and the Jiang family, which is comparable to Dean Jian's status in the Chinese music industry.

She didn't expect Ren Wanxuan to be able to enter the Book Association.

Ren Wanxuan looked at Ji Shaojun, who was not smiling, she was not used to his attitude, she lowered her eyes: "Good luck." ”

She knows that Bai Qi is also good at beams, and I don't know if her calligraphy has improved this year.

"There's a little bit of luck," Dong Xiaobai smiled, Ren Wanxuan's fire is much worse, calligraphy also requires a certain talent, Ren Wanxuan's talent is not enough, but because of the relationship between the Dong family, the president of the calligraphy association is also willing to give a little face, and the calligraphy industry really prefers Liang Ti, "My dad didn't learn Liang Ti himself, and he likes to see Wanxuan." ”

The Dong family learns a lot of calligraphy and painting, but there are few who can be serious and can know Liang Ti.

Among them, there is no one girl.

There is no way, girls are born with small wrist strength, and the only girl who writes well in the Liang style of Beijing is the disciple Xu Yajun, the vice president.

"The word "Ah Qi" is also very beautiful." While they were talking, Shen Qing suddenly spoke.

Ji Shaojun actually heard Ji Heng say that Bai Qi hung Xuantie every day for a period of time last year to practice big characters, but Ji Shaojun only saw Bai Qi's characters in the pavilion style.

This Ji family gene is so good?

Dong Xiaobai looked at Shen Qing, "What she wrote is ......"

"What is it called...... Shen Qing heard Tang Ming and a few people say, because of the font practiced by Bai Qian, the students in their science class were disgusted by the teacher every day and couldn't find an answer.

"Pavilion style," Dong Xiaobai knew what it was when he heard it, but he also lost some interest, "It's a plus for girls to practice this word." ”

He and Mu Yining did not stay in Ji Shaojun.

The two went out and got into the car together.

Because Shen Qing mentioned Bai Qi, Dong Xiaobai asked a few more words about Bai Qi.

"Top student in the college entrance examination?" He was very surprised and sat up straight from the co-pilot, "Then what do you old men say?" ”

Mu Yining shook his head.

Dong Xiaobai sat down again, "He refused to go out of the mountain after the top student in the college entrance examination?" But...... The genes of your cousin's vein seem to be much better than yours, champion, you can hang a plaque to join the clan, but it's a pity that I went back to the Dong family today, otherwise I can still see your niece. ”

Although he hadn't seen it, he was a little curious about Bai Qi.

Mu Yining also felt strange when she said it: "You can't see her when you go, she seems to have something to do today, and it's difficult for me to see her." ”

"The seven-day National Day holiday, no matter how inhumane the enterprise is, it should be a holiday, she just finished the college entrance examination and is still a student, right? What's the matter? ”

What the specific thing is, Mu Yining doesn't know.

Ji Shaojun's two nieces, Ren Wanxuan can see through them at a glance, and Bai Qian is always unpredictable.

**

The seven-day National Day holiday sounds like a lot, but it's gone in a flash.

Many people wake up on the morning of the eighth day, wishing they could have an extra time machine in their hands, and they can return to the first day of the holiday and start over with a single click.

In the same peak class, Tang Ming raised his hand and swore an oath, "Really, I put it in the book after I copied it at that time, and it must have been accidentally handed over by Brother Ding." ”

As soon as Ding Wenyang arrived in class, he had a big pot on his head.

The rest of the class was discussing something with each other, and a group of people surrounded Gao Yuan, and from time to time there were exclamations, "One million and three hundred thousand points?" What about you, Wang Xin, how many points do you have? ”

"Just a hundred."

"It's not a lot," the person next to Gao Yuan said, "There must be you in the mid-term measurement." ”

Ding Wenyang sat beside Tang Ming ignorantly, listening to their conversation, and also remembered to ask Tang Ming, "How much is the score on your app?" ”

"What's the point?" Tang Ming's eyes rolled, he shifted the topic of deducting Ding Wenyang's pot, and put his hand on Ding Wenyang's shoulder, "Tell me about it." ”

"The app of the reserve camp, don't you know, we will have a lot of group competitions in the future, and there will be places to see the total score list, I am now 900,000 points." Ding Wenyang was quite proud when he talked about his score.

The newcomer question bank is only one year, and after that, if you want to get points, you can only do the challenge question bank.

Every million parts is a watershed.

With a total of 8 million points, you can enter the top 20 and 9 million in the top 5.

Seven million top forty, six million top eighty.

……

One million top thousand.

900,000 is now considered the top 3,000, which is the gathering of geniuses across the country in the past 20 years, more than 10,000 registrants, and the top 3,000 in a year, Ding Wenyang is also rarely complacent.

"You're amazing." Tang Ming praised sincerely.

"It's okay, if you have anything that you won't do then, you can ask me." Ding Wenyang was praised, he was a little fluttering, and suddenly saw Bai Qian sitting next to him.

She sat quite lazily, and after the National Day, it rained, and Jiang Jingtian became cold, and she wore an azure satin jacket, her hair was lightly pulled, and she was reading a paper.

Wrong.

Ding Wenyang suddenly became excited, he took out his mobile phone, opened the blue APP, and searched for "Baiqi".

Didn't find it.

It's weird.

Ding Wenyang held his mobile phone again and searched for Tang Ming's name casually, and this time he quickly searched out.

[Account name: Tang Ming.]

Points of the month: 58741

Total points: 1987449

Number of Followers: 5

Followers: 2]

Ding Wenyang stopped on this page for a long time, his fingers paused here, and then he came back to his senses, and went to search Ning Xiao with trembling fingers.

Hey, don't challenge yourself, there's another chapter in the evening, and it should be a little later today, so everyone will brush it around nine o'clock