MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

   Chapter 50 050 Bai Xiangjun, Mother and Daughter Meet

  The staff who were fiddling with the machine were also very surprised, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

  Ren Wanxuan has already left a group of people and left the classroom.

  The only descendant of the Ren family, she is extremely self-willed in front of Ren Qian, and will throw a temper tantrum if she doesn't like it at all. Naturally, she will not restrain herself here.

   "Student Ren?" The principal didn't expect a daze, and Ren Wanxuan left.

  He called twice, but not stopped Ren Wanxuan.

   Instead, she walked faster and faster.

   "Principal, what should we do now?" The photographer closed the front cover of the machine with some embarrassment and looked at the principal.

  Chen Zhu stood up from his seat. He glanced at Zhang Shize and said coldly, "You don't need to talk nonsense if you don't understand."

   Then nodded to the principal, "I'll go see her."

  After Chen Zhu left, the headmaster didn't know how to look at Zhang Shize, "With your mouth, can't you not mess with her?"

   "Don't tell the truth?" Zhang Shize rubbed his nose.

   The conflict between the eighth class and the ordinary class is not a day or two.

  Because of the long sword incident, he hasn't played with the monitor of class 8 recently.

   "Okay, I'll take care of this matter, you two should cooperate with the photographer." The principal finally glanced at Zhang Shize, feeling a headache and helpless, "It's okay, I'll go talk to her."

  The principal also knows about the contradiction between the eighth class and the ordinary class.

  He asked Mr. Li to lead Class 8 in the hope of resolving the conflicts between Class 8 and other classes. It worked, but not much.

  The promotion of cultural tourism in Xiangcheng is very important this time, and Wan Xuan cannot be absent without anyone.

   All three of them left in an instant, Zhang Shize looked at Bai Po.

   "Two classmates," the photographer said quickly, breaking the awkward atmosphere: "Let's go downstairs and take a picture of the school's millennium stele."

  **

   This way.

  Ren's car was right next to the school gate. Ren Wanxuan got into the car regardless of what Chen Zhu told the principal, "Go to the teacher's house."

  Ren Wanxuan's teacher is Teacher Qiu, and the driver knows it too.

  Ms. Qiu’s family lives in the Xiangcheng Tower, which is a bit out of the way, but it’s a single building.

  When she passed by, Teacher Qiu was meeting someone from the Culture and Tourism Bureau.

   "This is Wan Xuan, as you all know, the student I took in in my later years," Teacher Qiu, who was about sixty years old, with gray hair, smiled at the people from the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, "Very talented."

  The head of the Culture and Tourism Bureau was transferred here, and he didn't know about the Ren family.

   I have never heard of Ren Wanxuan, nor have I heard of Ren Wanxuan in the major calligraphy competitions, so I just boasted like a joke.

  Finally, the topic turned to Mr. Qiu’s grandson, "Sure enough, a hero is a boy, and so is Bo Qing. He was nominated for the Lanting Award at a young age. Do you want to compete for the Lanting Award this year?"

  The Lanting Award is held every three years, and Qiu Boqing was nominated six years ago.

   It was a sensation in the calligraphy world at that time.

  Many people are speculating whether Qiu Boqing will participate this year.

   "Look at him." Teacher Qiu smiled, with obvious pride on his face.

  Ren Wanxuan looked at the topic and was transferred to Qiu Boqing after a few sentences.

  She stood beside the teacher, lowered her head, but the smile on her mouth twisted for a moment.

   After everyone left, Teacher Qiu looked at Ren Wanxuan and put down his teacup. He had a peaceful face, but his eyes were extremely sharp: "I heard from your grandfather that you have improved your calligraphy recently. Come up and write two for me to see."

  The two came to the study room, Ren Wanxuan was holding a Langhao pen.

  Pick up a pen and write down the word "Yong" seriously.

  The brushwork is so precise, it can be seen that she does have some skills, especially since she is still a girl with a naturally weak wrist.

   In calligraphy, she is indeed a genius.

   "Teacher, can I participate in this year's Lanting Award?" Ren Wanxuan put down her pen and asked.

   Teacher Qiu stared at her word "Yong".

  Shaking his head, "You are still too young. When my senior brother was at your age, his writing skills were much more stable than yours. Just wait a little longer."

   "Okay." Ren Wanxuan bowed her head, looking very cute.

  She dared to be willful in Ren Qian and in school.

   But he didn't dare to do it with Teacher Qiu. Where the teacher couldn't see him, his eyes were a bit dark.

  Brother, brother again...

   "Aren't you at school today?" Teacher Qiu reached out for a copybook and asked about the daily routine with a smile.

  Ren Wanxuan curled her lips and said half of the matter.

   "What font did the girl learn?" Teacher Qiu was surprised. There are more men than women in the calligraphy world, and Ren Wanxuan is a talented girl he rarely sees.

   I didn't expect there was another one in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

   "Pavilion style." Ren Wanxuan said.

   Pavilion style? When Teacher Qiu heard this, he stopped asking.

  Ren Wanxuan saw that Teacher Qiu had a meeting to do, so she took out her mobile phone and sent a message—

  【Senior brother, the teacher won’t let me participate in the Lanting Award this year, can you persuade him for me? 】

  The other party replied slowly: [You are too young, not enough. 】

  —【But you also participated in it at the age of eighteen. 】

  Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips.

  Her strength is clearly comparable to that of Qiu Boqing, but it is well known in Qiu Boqing's circle that because he was nominated at the age of eighteen, he was publicized by the team.

  Qiu Boqing clearly was able to be recommended by Teacher Qiu to participate in the competition at the age of eighteen, but when she arrived, she kept procrastinating.

   Wait a little longer, it will be three years later.

  She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Ren Qian—

  【The teacher disagrees with recommending my work this year, so he is so afraid that I will be nominated for the Lanting Award as the youngest brother? 】

  **

  Bai Po here.

  Cooperate with the photographer without expression on the front.

"Student, can you show some expression?" The photographer pointed the camera at Bai Po, a little resentful, "A little expression! Behind you is the only pen and ink left by Bai Xiangjun in Xiangcheng! How can you be like this?" Poker face?"

  Zhang Shize stood on the side, wishing he could step up for Bai.

"Sister," Zhang Shize couldn't bear it anymore. He pointed to the words engraved on the stone tablet: "Do you have no expression when you see this word? This is the word she carved on the stone with a spear in her last battle. How could you do that?" To be so indifferent?!"

  Bai Po looked at Zhang Shize faintly—

  【You try talking loudly to me again? 】

  Zhang Shize: "..."

  He looked at the photographer silently and shrugged, which meant that there was nothing I could do.

The shooting assistant came over, walked slowly to Bai Po, and whispered to her, "This is the last word she left for the Bai family army. Just imagine, in the last battle, she asked General Chen Ye to lead the young soldiers to retreat. , the old elite team is left to die together with her, just think about this feeling..."

  Bai Po turned his head sideways, looking at a stone that was as tall as a person a few steps away.

   This is the most central stone standing in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

  She knows the stone.

   But this is also the first time Bai Po has seen it since he came to the school. The stone, as tall as a person, has weathered the wind and frost of history. The words carved on the stone by the spear have been deepened by people.

   "Drinking drunkenly and robbing the enemy, one person and one arrow broke through Fengdu!"

Every word is three-pointed, the guns are wild, and the words are frightened by the dance of the snake. At first glance, one can only feel the murderous aura rushing towards the face, which fully shows the wild and heroic feelings of this sentence. Under the reflection of the sun, it seems that the next second Can break through the air.

  Bai Po tilted his head, facing this line of words for the first time.

  The sunlight was dazzling, and the girl turned her head to look at the huge stone quietly. The cold light reflected by the sunlight made her whole body too hazy, and she could vaguely see Ping Ting's figure.

  She was wearing a clean plain dress again, and her hair was tied with a wooden hairpin.

  At this moment, it is like traveling through thousands of years, stepping through the long river of history and fog a few years ago, and crossing many dangers to see this magnificent picture today.

   "Yes!" The assistant quickly looked at the photographer.

  The photographer seized the opportunity and took a picture of this scene, "Indeed, this scene is so good!"

  This scene can be used as a feature film for publicity without editing at all.

   "You two classmates are very good," the photographer repeatedly looked at the scene he took, and then raised his head with a smile on his face: "The camera looks really good."

  On these two conditions.

   She is very capable in the entertainment industry, especially this girl, the emotion just now is simply amazing.

   After filming, Bai Po and Zhang Shize left the school.

   Today is Saturday, there are still many people in the milk tea shop.

  When the two first came out, Yang Lin was coming out of the milk tea shop, and the scars on the back of her hands were almost gone.

   "Hi." Zhang Shize greeted Yang Lin.

  Yang Lin glanced at him, but didn't speak.

  Zhang Shize got used to it.

Bai Po looked back at Yang Lin, and the three of them walked forward together, Zhang Shize's house was not far ahead, Bai Po was going to the bus station, and Yang Lin went to the flower shop of Zhang Shize's house to get a lily, and put it down again. money.

  Yang Lin's family lives in a tube building.

  She walked up the long, dark stairs, which were littered with rubbish, and even in this weather, flies were still flying around.

  Her house is on the fourth floor.

  There are many residents on the first floor of Tongzilou, and there are more than a dozen on the fourth floor.

  Yang Lin’s house is on the left side of the stairs. She had just reached the fourth floor when the old lady on the right side of the stairs opened the door. She saw Yang Lin and said in a low voice, “I just saw your dad came back.”

  Yang Lin nodded, her dark eyes remained calm.

  The old man sighed, and then handed a bun in his hand to Yang Lin: "I don't think he drank much today, hey...you'll be fine when you grow up."

  Yang Lin shook her head, she didn't take the bun.

   didn't speak either.

  Just took out the house key and went to open the door quietly.

   She has become numb to this sentence, how old does it take to be considered a grown-up?

  From the age of five, she began to look forward to growing up.

   Now you are eighteen years old, do you count as grown up?

she does not know.

  As soon as the door was opened, the loud sound of the TV was heard, and the small hall was filled with smoke.

  A middle-aged man who hasn’t showered for a few days is sitting on the sofa. There are fried chicken and a few cans on the table, and chicken bones are scattered around the old sofa.

   It should be winning money.

He glanced at Yang Lin, and immediately got up shaking, his slightly long hair condensed together, and took out another handful of change: "Xiao Lin, I'm sorry, Dad drank too much two days ago, you, have you eaten yet... "

  Yang Lin ignored him.

  Until he saw that the lock of his room was pried open.

  She was taken aback for a moment, then rushed over to open the door, and the room was turned into a mess.

"boom-"

  She slammed the door of the room and locked it safely.

   Crawled under the bed and took out a locked iron box.

   Lock intact.

  She breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

   After a long while, I dug out today's wages from the middle of the schoolbag and put them neatly in the iron box.

   Only then did I slowly tidy up my room, and took out the brightly colored lilies, put them in a plastic bottle, and placed them on the windowsill.

  Yang Lin sat on the bed, quietly looking at the lily.

  The slightly flared petals are as pure as snow, pure white and elegant, and it is the only bright color in the whole room.

  She looked at it for a long time before slowly taking out the bottle of green ointment in her schoolbag and applying it to her arms, legs, waist and abdomen.

  The brown paste slowly dissolves in the cyanosis.

  A dull pain.

  **

at the same time.

  A car slowly drove into Xiangcheng.

  Ji Mulan looked at the unchanged street in front of him blankly, feeling waned.

   "There is news that the tourism industry will be developed here." The man smiled at Ji Mulan, so he came to investigate the possibility of opening a hotel here.

  Hearing this, Ji Mulan sat up straight.

   She looked at the man, knowing that he was always sharp.

  He said that, the possibility of tourism development in Xiangcheng reached 80%.

  The largest hotel in Xiangcheng is in the center of the city, with a twenty-sixth floor. "When will I meet your father and your daughter? We will live together in the future."

  He pressed the elevator and tilted his head to ask.

   "Forget about my dad, he will definitely not see me," Ji Mulan said lightly, and she paused when she mentioned the white scorpion, "She has also suffered a lot in the past two years, I hope she will know how to work hard this time."

   "Don't put too much pressure on the child." The elevator door opened, the man went in, and pressed the floor.

   Ji Mulan's makeup is exquisite, and her gestures are elegant.

  Even though she is over forty years old, she still has undiminished style, and the rate of turning heads along the way is extremely high.

  Listening to what the man said, she twitched the corners of her mouth, but said nothing.

  His son is very good, so he can easily say this sentence. If the two are switched, he may not be as calm as her.

  After getting out of the elevator, Ji Mulan calmly reached out and made a call.

  **

  Bai Po is still in the library.

  When Ji Shaojun received the call, he was writing a biology paper.

  Biology is much simpler than physics. Even Ji Heng can solve a few questions in the senior three papers.

   "Ah Su," on the other end of the phone, Ji Shaojun had just finished teaching a child. He held the drawing board between his fingers and frowned: "Your mother is back, do you know?"

   "I called me yesterday." Bai Po said.

   "Well," Ji Shaojun nodded, "I will meet her later, and talk to her if I have something to say."

   "Oh," Bai Po said slowly, and when she hung up the phone, she leaned on the back of the chair loosely, tilted her head and flicked Jiang He's head, "I'm going out for dinner later, you go home first?"

  Jiang He covered his head and looked at Bai Po with his eyes open: "I'll wait for you."

  Bai Po: "...OK."

  She waited for Ming Dongheng to rush over from Heishui Street before setting off for Wanhe Building.

   Wanhe Building.

  Ji Shaojun didn't go in first, he sat on the steps outside, smoking while waiting for Bai Po.

   Frowning.

   "Uncle." Bai Po looked at him for a while, then stood in front of him, raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you go in?"

  Ji Shaojun pinches off the cigarette, he looks at Bai Po, hesitant to speak.

  He didn't speak, Bai Po just stood in front of him, reciting words while waiting for him, not in a hurry.

"There is something I want to tell you in advance, please take it easy." Ji Shaojun looked at Bai Po, and after a long while, he patted his sleeves and stood up, and after a long while of consideration, he said, "Your mother brought an uncle over .”

  Bai Po was a little surprised, for about ten seconds, she understood what Ji Shaojun meant, and smiled lazily: "That's great."

   This is modern times, women are free to divorce and free from secular constraints.

  Bai Po is happy for her.

   Ji Shaojun hesitated here for so long because he was afraid that Bai Po would feel sad.

  The father brings back his illegitimate son, and the mother is about to remarry.

  He thought of Bai Po's 10,000 reactions, but the only thing he didn't expect was this reaction.

   "Okay, I really grew up," he sighed, and patted Bai Po's shoulder with lowered eyes, "Go, go in with uncle."

  In the box.

   Ji Mulan sat next to a man.

   "Relax," the man smiled and comforted Ji Mulan, "I've already found someone to make arrangements, and everything will be fine."

   According to Ji Mulan's request, he found a school for her daughter.

that is…

  The man was a little worried. He actually didn't recommend Jimmy Lan's daughter to go to that school.

  International schools are full of students who go straight up from childhood, and the pressure of competition is high. As Ji Mulan said, her daughter's grades in literature are not satisfactory.

  The pressure to enter this school is too great, the gap is too big, and it is easy to be hit.

   As he was thinking, the voice of the door attendant sounded, and then the door was opened.

   It should be her daughter.

   Both Ji Mulan and the man looked up at the door.

   **

   Wait for me in a few minutes for the next chapter.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)