287 Not a simple niece, the shocked Jian family (second update)

"Yes." Bai Qian stood up, and Jiang Fuli had almost arrived. She thought for a moment, "I will introduce Ren Wanxuan's hands to a doctor to ensure that there will be no sequelae."

Dong Xiaobai was still immersed in shock and didn't come back to his senses. He just said subconsciously: "No, my dad has already found an old doctor for her."

 Bai Qian nodded and said, "Okay, if you have any questions later, come back to me."

 She said goodbye to Shen Qingji Shao Jun.

 Didn’t stay for dinner.

After Bai Zian left, Dong Xiaobai looked at Shen Qing, "Sister-in-law, Bai Zian, has she also studied calligraphy?"

 “You mean Ah Zian? Her handwriting is very good.” Shen Qing’s family has Bai Zian’s calligraphy.

She didn’t know calligraphy, so she went back to her room and took out the books that Bai Zian had left at home. The books she read always left handwriting on them.

Shen Qing turned to the page where the writing was written: "Look."

Dong Xiaobai lowered his head and looked.

 The font is regular and has a unique style.

　　It is a very special style of pavilion, even he found it bright.

but-

 “But this is a pavilion style!”

Dong Xiaobai went to the calligraphy association overnight.

As soon as the person in charge of Bi Mo Han Hai heard the news, he found Bai Qian’s name on the computer and stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses. “Bai Qian, there is such a person, but he was personally ordered by the president, and the Cultural Affairs Bureau also approved it.”

 “What?” The president personally approved it?

Dong Xiaobai calmed down and the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the president approved it directly, so this matter might be different from what he imagined.

　　It’s really strange.

After Dong Xiaobai left the book association, he was blown away by the cold wind. He called Mu Yining and whispered: "Yi Ning... I always feel that your niece is not simple."

   **

 The next day, early in the morning.

Ding Wenyang and Tang Ming received the notice to suspend going to the laboratory.

 They were all going to the plasma laboratory this weekend.

It was okay this time, so Ding Wenyang took some time to visit Ning Xiao's house.

“After you get into college, your uncle will reward you with a house?” Ding Wenyang looked at Ning Xiao’s ordinary clothes and was shocked, “Brother, you deceived me so badly.”

Housing in Jiangjing’s school district is not cheap.

Ding Wenyang has always felt that the frugal Ning Xiao’s family environment is not good, so he takes care of him without leaving a trace in his daily life.

Ning Xiao glanced at him with slightly gloomy eyes and did not answer.

 After the visit, Bai Zian just came back from her morning run.

It was a cold morning in Jiangjing, so she was wearing a sweater, with her hair tied back by a ribbon, and a sweater hat on her head.

"Are you okay today?" Bai Zian pressed 303's fingerprint and went in, "That's good. I'll take you to volunteer later and get a certificate to go back and add credits."

 Today is the first day of the conference, and there are many foreign friends.

They are fluent in English and they are volunteers to guide tourists, which is just right.

volunteer?

Ding Wenyang thought he was a volunteer for small club activities. Seeing that Bai Zian's mood was not affected by the suspension of the laboratory, he rubbed his head: "It just so happens that my practical credits are not full yet."

 As soon as he finished speaking, the door of 303 just opened.

At the dinner table, the man lazily holding chopsticks raised his head slightly, and his gestures were very dignified. His eyes were not overly oppressive, but they gave people a sense of alienation for no reason.

Ding Wenyang subconsciously refrained from shouting and paid attention to his image.

Then he noticed that Ning Xiao, who had never spoken next to him, bowed respectfully and called out, "Brother Jiang."

Ding Wenyang saw Tang Ming and Ning Xiao shouting, so he followed the example of the two and bowed his head respectfully, "Brother Jiang."

Ming Dongheng, who was standing nearby to help Bai Zian and the others with chopsticks, heard Ding Wenyang's "Brother Jiang" and raised his head to glance at Ding Wenyang.

   **

 The cultural square covers an area of ​​about 1.5 hectares.

A cement avenue leads to the central square in the middle, and is connected to countless cement roads. There are small gardens and large lawns. In the spring, many schools organize primary school students to come here for outings and release paper kites.

There are a bunch of banners hanging at the door today—

 “Bi Mo Han Hai Four Countries Exchange Conference”

 At the opening ceremony on the first day, masters gathered together.

There is also a circle of national flags of the four countries planted outside, and the red flag in the middle is very dazzling.

The sky is also beautiful, there is no snow, the sun has just risen, it is not as violent and dazzling as in summer, it is soft and clear.

There were many people coming to the four-nation exchange meeting this time, and there were police officers at the main entrance to manage order.

As soon as Bai Zian and the others got out of the car, they attracted the attention of many people and the media outside the door. However, these people were too young, so the reporters only took a few photos and did not come forward for interviews.

 Jian Zhe met them at the main gate.

“These are the volunteers.” Bai Qian pointed to the few people behind him.

Jian Zhe was in awe when he saw Ning Xiao. These are senior high school students who have been admitted to Jiangjing University. "High school seniors, follow me. There are volunteers behind you to protect your sleeves."

 Dean Jian is the main person in charge of this event.

He has a bad relationship with the Jian family, but Jian Zhe has a good relationship with Bai Qian. Dean Jian likes him and introduces Jian Zhe to a few people to share some of the work.

Ding Wenyang followed the staff to the lounge on the left side of the square. He took the sleeves and buttoned them on himself.

 When Bai Qian and Jian Zhe went out, he pulled Tang Ming's sleeve and whispered: "...What kind of high-end event is this? Can I do it?"

"I don't know either," Tang Ming buttoned his sleeves, "Anyway, it should be able to add a lot of points, hehe."

Ding Wenyang: “…”

 Sometimes he felt that Tang Ming was so smart and sensitive that it was scary, and sometimes he felt that he was too neurotic.

   **

 Jian’s family came early in the morning. Jian Zhonghai was not used to this kind of weather. He was wearing a heavy coat and standing at the entrance of the red carpet of the Cultural Square. He was talking to Jian Rong, "Have you made an appointment with Professor Feng?"

 Professor Feng was the teacher introduced to him by Miss Liu’s father.

Jian Rong shook his head.

Jian Zhonghai is not surprised that Professor Jiang Da has been busy. He is understandable. "When your second grandfather comes over later, remember to say hello to him as soon as possible. He will still pay attention to you after all."

 “Grandpa, don’t worry.”

Several members of the Jian family were talking. Not far away, Jian Zhe led a girl and volunteers in this direction.

Jian Rong recognized the girl walking in the front at a glance.

She lowered her face slightly and wore a pipa-sleeved top with tightly tightened cuffs. The lower body was a white pleated skirt with a slight white background. The bottom was intertwined with polarized golden embroidery thread and blue thread. The heavy work showed off the magnificent lines. The top was Red tea flowers, butterflies shuttle among the tea flowers.

Wearing a pure white cloak, green grape vines are intertwined.

As if feeling the gaze, she looked over lazily, her face was clear and beautiful, the cold winter sunshine was behind her, and her whole person showed an indescribable temperament.

Jian Rong was stunned for a moment.

Even though he had only met her once, he recognized that this was a contestant of the Lanting Prize whom he had met in Jiangjing last year. He seemed to be from Xiangcheng as well.

Jian Rong vaguely remembered that he was selected to go to Xiangcheng, and in the end Jian Zhe went there for him.

 Seeing Jian Zhonghai and Jian's father, Jian Zhe greeted politely, "Grandpa, dad."

Jian Zhonghai looked at Jian Zhe and a group of unknown volunteers around him, and looked away without looking any further.

   **

"I asked you to come with your grandpa, but if you don't come," Jian's father whispered in Jian Zhe's ear: "Now you are with these children, and you will follow me directly later. Your grandpa is targeting me this time. Your second grandfather is here, Jian Rong is here, you can’t be absent!”

Jian Zhe was about to speak.

In front, the person in charge of the Cultural Square led a few people in suits and ties this way, followed by two reporters who took photos of the old man in the middle. He was an important person at first glance.

Jian Zhonghai recognized one of them at a glance and quickly cheered up, "Professor Feng."

Jian Rong also looked away from Bai Zian and went to greet Professor Feng, "Professor Feng, are you here today?"

 Professor Feng is a professor in the Chinese Department of Jiangnan University.

Jian's father watched these people exchanging greetings and tugged on Jian Zhe's sleeve, "Did you see that, that is Professor Feng, he is the one you should know..."

“Today’s cultural exchange, I’m here to learn more.” When he saw Jian Rong, he narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized it, “It turns out it’s you, Jian Rong.”

 Professor Feng was not very familiar with Jian Zhonghai and Jian Rong at first glance.

He stood aside, waiting for the old man to be interviewed. He tilted his head and said a few words to Jian Rong, showing little interest. When he tilted his head, he saw the girl standing next to Jian Zhe who was looking down at her mobile phone.

Professor Feng was stunned and quickly called out, "Classmate Bai?"

 Bai Zian raised his head in response.

“It’s really you, Classmate Bai,” Professor Feng’s eyes lit up, and he walked over, and now he became warm to Jian Rong, “Classmate Bai, do you and Jian Rong know each other? It’s true, look.”

 Because Jian Zhe greeted Jian Zhonghai, they stood close to each other.

 Professor Feng subconsciously thought they knew each other.

 “I don’t know.” Bai Zian shook his head.

do not know?

Professor Feng did not ask any more questions. Instead, he raised his head and said to Dean Shu, who was still being interviewed, "Dean, Mr. Bai is here too!"

 Professor Feng is Dean Shu’s assistant. Bai Qian met her in the office last time.

Bai Qian also recognized Professor Feng. When he looked up, Dean Shu also declined the reporter's interview and walked over.

 He is a wise and gentle elder wearing a dark blue gown.

 The temperament is obviously different from others.

“Dean Shu,” Bai Qian held the phone and was a little surprised to see him here, “Are you here too?”

"Well, the Cultural Affairs Bureau has asked me to take charge of the overall situation." Dean Shu was also happy to see Bai Qian, with a kind face on his face, "Let's go in and chat."

 There are many people outside.

Bai Qian nodded, and when he turned around, he gave Jian Zhe a look.

Jian Zhe followed.

Dean Shu noticed Jian Zhe and was slightly stunned, "This is..."

“My friend,” Bai Qian raised his hand and introduced as he walked, “This year I will apply for a graduate degree in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Jiangsu University.” He then introduced to Jian Zhe, “This is Dean Shu.”

"Dean Shu, hello." Jian Zhe stood on the left side of Bai Qian and greeted him in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. The previous greetings had long since disappeared.

 Young people have a very special temperament.

 At present, there are very few students who study Chinese language calmly.

Dean Shu looked at Jian Zhe and felt something in his heart. He paused slightly, looked at Jian Zhe and asked, "What's your name?"

 “Jian Zhe, simple Jian, philosophical Zhe.”

Dean Shu nodded slightly in his mind and told Bai Qian about the school.

A few people were chatting indifferently. Professor Feng listened to the name "Jian Zhe" and thought about what Dean Shu had said before. He looked at Jian Zhe's back and asked Jian Rong next to him: "Jian Zhe, who are you?" people?"

Jian Rong and Jian Zhonghai were still looking at Jian Zhe's back, unable to recover. They had just seen reporters interviewing Dean Shu.

Not only that, they also saw Professor Feng’s attitude towards Dean Shu.

Professor Feng asked. Jian Rong took a long time to come to his senses and said, "Yes, my cousin."

"Professor Feng," Jian Zhonghai also reacted, "that Dean Shu is..."

 Because of Bai Qian, Professor Feng rarely stayed for a while and explained to them, "The dean of the Chinese Department of Jiangnan University."

    Oops, I set the wrong time. Where was my update just now? So I quickly posted the two chapters together! I have been having a hard time with the cold recently. The weather is hot and cold. Everyone, please take care of your body. My nose and throat are no longer my own...

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