"Have you changed your mind?" Mr. Jiang sat up straight.
"That's not true." Meng Fu leaned back, and she remembered that Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan had always wanted her to become Yu Yong's disciple.
Go learn to draw.
She thought for a while, lowered her head, and replied to Chairman Yan—
Why did senior brother give me something again
President Yan: Some gadgets, that’s fine. These things are just numbers to your senior brother.
Meng Fu looked at Chairman Yan's words, fell into deep thought, and then sighed.
Her senior brother is really so respectable.
Jiang Yu was driving the car. He first sent Zhao Fan to her residence before driving the car to Jiang's house.
Mr. Jiang wanted to invite Zhao Fan to the Jiang family for dinner. Zhao Fan had a headache when he heard about the Jiang family. Especially when he saw Jiang Xinran, his heart, liver and lungs ached. He didn't want to go, so he asked Jiang Yu to send her home.
Su Di parted ways with them at the airport. He returned to Meng Fu's rental house and continued making pastries.
On the other end of the phone, Chairman Yan didn't care about the gift from He Xiyuan.
Meng Fu is the only junior sister in the entire division. Who would He Xiyuan give these things to if not her
"President, when will your courses of the Association start?" Outside, someone knocked on President Yan's door.
Chairman Yan put down his cell phone and thought for a while, "The tentative date is eight o'clock in the evening, when the quota for the semi-finals will be released."
During this period, Meng Fu would practice his strokes with him every day.
Her painting skills are becoming increasingly evident.
President Yan originally thought that his eldest disciple He Xiyuan was extremely rare, but Meng Fu was not bad either. He liked him in every aspect of his temperament. The most important thing was that he was a female disciple.
As soon as he was happy, he began to prepare to give lectures to the T City Painting Association.
It is extremely rare for senior officials from the Beijing Association to attend classes at the Beijing Association, let alone the T City Painting Association branch. As soon as the news came out, not only the T City Painting Association, but even people from the neighboring provinces and cities came over just to listen. President Yan’s class.
**
Half an hour later, the car arrived at Jiang's house.
Mr. Jiang had discussed the time with Su Cheng before. He originally wanted to hold a banquet for Meng Fu on Sunday, which happened to be when Meng Fu also had a variety show.
He just didn't expect that Meng Fu would disagree.
Mr. Jiang was a little frustrated.
Jiang Quan is not here at the Jiang family. Jiang Quan has been very busy recently with Jiang's financing, and only Yu Zhenling is at home.
Seeing Mr. Jiang and Meng Fu coming back outside, Yu Zhenling was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said very cautiously, "Dad."
After saying that, he turned to Meng Fu again, a little embarrassed, "Fu'er, why are you back today?"
"We won't have a big banquet for the time being. Let's invite Ms. Yang to have dinner at home tonight. She finally agreed to come over." Mr. Jiang answered for Meng Fu. He turned to Yu Zhenling, "Please inform Xinran that in the past two years, , She has never gone back to see her mother, so I asked her to come back today."
When Mr. Jiang said the first half of the sentence, Yu Zhenling was still thinking about who Ms. Yang was.
After hearing the second half of the sentence, Yu Zhenling reacted—
He was talking about Yang Hua.
Jiang Xinran’s biological mother.
After hearing this, Yu Zhenling forgot about Meng Fu and felt a little annoyed. She responded absently.
She has always been resistant to Yang Hua, after all, she is Jiang Xinran's biological mother.
I wonder if Jiang Xinran will favor Yang Hua after Yang Hua appears.
After getting to know Yang Hua, Mr. Jiang Quanjiang and Yu Zhenling all went to Wanmin Village. The place was full of dirt roads and there was nothing in the village. If you wanted to buy a bottle of water, you had to drive to the town.
In the past two years, she has been avoiding Jiang Xinran from meeting Yang Hua. Following her plan, Jiang Xinran did not mention Yang Hua or return to Wanmin Village.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang would take Yang Hua over today.
Yu Zhenling subconsciously grabbed her bag, moved her hair to one side unconsciously, and pursed her lips, "Dad, then I'll go find my brother and the others."
Yu Zhenling was about to leave, but Mr. Jiang didn't say anything.
He just told Jiang Yu, "Decorate the house well. I will prepare the menu. I will inform Jiang Quan and the board of directors later that they will come to the house for dinner in the evening."
"Okay, old man." Jiang Yu smiled.
He has been following Jiang Quan, and he probably knows why the old man is so serious.
Ever since Meng Fu and Jiang Xinran were found out about their misunderstanding, Mr. Jiang wanted to invite Yang Hua to come to T City, but Yang Hua was just like growing up in Wanmin Village and refused to come no matter what.
At that time, Meng Fu didn't want to go back, so they were in a stalemate.
After more than two years, Yang Hua finally agreed to come to T City. She had raised Meng Fu for so many years, so the Jiang family was naturally very grateful to her.
**
Yu family.
When Yu Zhenling arrived, Yu Yong was not there. She called and found out that Yu Yong was at the Painting Association.
She hurried over to the Painting Association again.
As the vice-president of the Painting Association, Yu Yong is currently in the office, busy with others on the evening speech.
"Why are you looking for me?" Yu Yong put down the things in his hands and let her in.
"Are you busy today?" Yu Zhenling did not answer. She only glanced outside and was surprised: "I just met many senior officials on the road, and there were many cars parked at the door."
As Yu Yong's younger sister, Yu Zhenling often comes to the Painting Association and knows many senior officials of the Painting Association.
In the past, the threshold for the Painting Association was high, and all those who came in were student members.
This was the first time she saw the Painting Association being so lively.
"Well, the president should give a speech today," Yu Yong also just got the news, "Many people are back today, and the other two vice-presidents who went to other places are also rushing back."
"President's speech?" Yu Zhenling was stunned, "Is it President Yan?"
Her talent in Chinese painting is not as good as Jiang Xinran's. Although she has not joined the Painting Association, she is still in the art circle and is very familiar with the Painting Association. Naturally, she knows that Chairman Yan is a senior member of the Beijing Painting Association.
The Beijing Painting Association is also a dominant presence in the capital.
The lifelong hope of the Yu family is that someone can be admitted to the Beijing Painting Association. Not to mention that the Yu family can move to the capital in the future, even if they are assigned to T City, they will at least have the same position of vice president as Yu Yong.
"It's him. Not to mention T City, even the Beijing Painting Association was shocked today." Yu Yong straightened his expression.
Chairman Yan, he is one of the three giants in the Beijing Painting Association. Yu Yong has stayed in the Beijing Painting Association. Others don't know it, but he knows Chairman Yan's status in the entire Beijing circle.
Especially President Yan has an apprentice that almost no one else dares to mention...
However, Yu Yong naturally did not reach this circle and did not know who Chairman Yan’s incredible disciple was.
President Yan is a master of traditional Chinese painting, but he has an eccentric personality and is not short of money. He never gives classes and only produces one painting a year. Most of them are donated to the Beijing Painting Association Library, and a small part goes to the auction house. A picture of Jiangshan was sold for 70 million.
This worth alone is unmatched by anyone in the entire Painting Association.
Disciples who want to be his master can be queued from the capital to the federation, and even Yu Yong is no exception. Unfortunately, President Yan doesn't even want to take a class, let alone accepting a disciple.
Now he is actually willing to hold classes in T City. It is just a small scene now. Only in the evening will he know what a gathering of literary figures is.
Having said this, Yu Yong continued to look at Yu Zhenling and thought of business: "Why are you so anxious to find me?"
Yu Zhenling is still thinking about Chairman Yan.
Hearing this, he frowned slightly: "The old man took over the family from Wanmin Village today and is going to have a meal at Jiang's house in the evening. I'm here to ask you to have dinner at Jiang's house."
Seeing that Yu Yong didn't think about it, Yu Zhenling reminded, "It's Meng Fu's adoptive mother, Yang Hua."
"Them?" Yu Yong was surprised, "Why did you take it over today? Didn't the old man say there would be a meeting on the weekend?"
"Meng Fu has something to do over the weekend and has to go out to film." Yu Zhenling was reluctant to mention Meng Fu.
"Just Yang Hua? Did the old man invite anyone else?" Yu Yong straightened his expression.
Before Yu Zhenling came, she also asked a few questions. After hearing this, she shook her head: "He said it was a family dinner, Yang Hua, and one of Meng Fu's cousins, the orphan."
Recently, Yu Yong also had the intention of repairing the relationship with Meng Fu.
If it were a normal day, Yu Yong would have left as well.
But today…
The old man hasn't invited anyone from other families, just Yang Hua and that cousin, an orphan and a widower.
not worth.
"It's not easy for the president to come here," Yu Yong shook his head, "I won't go. I will go to visit you tomorrow. By the way, you should also tell Xinran about this. She must not go back at night. I Find a way for her to meet President Yan."
Yu never expected that President Yan would accept Jiang Xinran as his disciple, but if he could get advice from President Yan, it would be Jiang Xinran's good fortune.
Yu Zhenling touched her phone and pursed her lips, "Okay, let me talk to Xinran."
In No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Xinran was still in class.
When Yu Zhenling called her, she didn't answer it. During the lunch break, she took her mobile phone and went out to call Yu Zhenling, "Mom?"
Yu Zhenling didn't hide anything and told the story from beginning to end.
"And your cousin, it's up to you whether you want to come back." Yu Zhenling said slowly.
After listening, Jiang Xinran paused while holding the phone. From the moment she knew that she was not Yu Zhenling's biological daughter, Jiang Xinran was afraid that one day, her identity as not the eldest lady of the Jiang family would be exposed.
Fortunately, with Yu Zhenling and Yu Jia here, this matter has never been exposed.
After so many years of pampering, she really couldn't accept that her biological mother was illiterate and was a country woman.
It's even more unimaginable how the classmates around her will look at her one day when her identity is revealed.
Where Yu Zhenling couldn't see, Jiang Xinran's nails almost broke through her palm.
Her eyelashes were lowered, her expression was serious, but her voice was as gentle as ever, "Mom, President Yan's class is very rare..."
"Then you go with your uncle. I'll go talk to your grandfather." Yu Zhenling also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. When she said this, her voice became slower: "Don't worry, your grandfather won't blame you."
**
Five p.m.
The car Mr. Jiang sent to pick up Yang Hua has already arrived in T City.
In the car, the driver saw a road blocked in front of the city center and couldn't help but comfort the two people in the back seat. His tone was very respectful: "Mrs. Yang, I don't know why the road is blocked in front. Don't worry."
In the back seat, Yang Hua was a little uncomfortable with this car. She involuntarily flipped her hair and said, "Okay."
Beside her, Meng Xun pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued to look down at the book in his hand.
Because of the traffic jam, it was postponed until 5:30, and the car slowly drove to the gate of Jiang's house.
The gate of the Jiang family is still brilliant and impressive.
Yang Hua looked a little reserved at this gate, but Meng Xun, on the other hand, just reached out to close the book in her hand and looked up at the gate without showing any restraint.
The driver looked away and quickly opened the door.
Inside the house, the old man had already received the news and came to the door, "Ms. Yang, you're here. This is Ah Xun, come in quickly."
He was holding a cane in his hand and his face was red.
Especially towards Meng Xun, he was very kind.
The old man has not missed a minute of Meng Fu's program. Naturally, he knows that Meng Xun has half a wall with as many certificates as he deserves. Meng Fu's chat section on Weibo still has screenshots of the wall full of certificates.
Aiwujiwu, the old man knew that Meng Fu was very good to this cousin, so naturally, he was also very good to Meng Xun.
"Thank you." Yang Hua followed Mr. Jiang in. Even though the old man was enthusiastic, she still seemed very reserved.
She was wearing a thin black cotton-padded jacket today. This cotton-padded jacket was also made by herself. It had no brand name and the fabric was a bit rough, but the style looked very good.
It wasn't until she saw Meng Fu lying on the sofa that Yang Hua became less restrained and started chatting with the old man.
Mr. Jiang had only seen Yang Hua in Wanmin Village before, but at that time Yang Hua was quite indifferent. He only fed the ducks and didn't talk. Later, they were invited away by the village chief.
He chatted with Yang Hua for a few words today, and he unexpectedly discovered that no matter what he said, Yang Hua could chat with him for a few words.
When checking the information of the Meng family, Mr. Jiang naturally found out that only Yang Hua and Meng Xun were left in the Meng family. Yang Hua was a village woman from Wanmin Village. The information was not particularly unusual.
"Sister." Meng Xun took a book and sat next to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu glanced at it, it was the Origin of Mathematics. She looked at Meng Xun and stood up calmly, "Follow me."
Downstairs, Mr. Jiang and Yang Hua were still chatting.
upstairs.
In Meng Fu's room, Meng Xun put down her book and looked at Meng Fu worriedly. She noticed that her face looked fine and she was slightly relieved: "How much incense have you made recently?"
"It's okay." Meng Fu leaned on the table.
Meng Fu had his own ideas, so Meng Xun didn't ask any more questions. She remembered the question Meng Fu had sent her, "Have you gone to school?"
Meng Fu nodded without saying anything.
Meng Xun: "...take the college entrance examination next year?"
"Otherwise?" Meng Fu glanced at her. She took the college entrance examination just for her fans to watch.
Meng Xun collapsed a little. She had the impression that Meng Fu would not take the college entrance examination: "... I have to think about how to keep second place."
"Well," Meng Fu held his cell phone and remembered something, "Speaking of which, I found a master."
"Master?" Meng Xun raised her head.
Meng Fu typed on his cell phone and smiled: "He's from the Painting Association, he's... very nice, and he has a senior brother who's even better."
As she spoke, the phone in her hand rang.
It’s Chairman Yan.
"Are you coming to attend a lecture in the evening?" Chairman Yan sat in front of the computer, "and take away your senior brother's things by the way."
"Listen to the class?" Meng Fu stood up straight, "What class?"
Chairman Yan was very patient with Meng Fu: "I will teach two points in the Painting Association's class, starting at eight o'clock."
"Teacher, my mother is here today, and my grandfather is also here," Meng Fu looked downstairs. "The situation is a bit complicated. I can't go to your class. How about this? I'll go find you after eating and wait in your office. Come on, okay?”
On the other end of the phone, Chairman Yan stood up.
He accepted Meng Fu as his disciple, and everything was calm, and only He Xiyuan knew about it until now.
If in the past, he asked Meng Fu to come, she would definitely come. Meng Fu, his apprentice, was more obedient than He Xiyuan.
Upon hearing Meng Fu's words, Chairman Yan narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Where is your home?"
Meng Fu was stunned. She stood up straight and straightened her expression, "Teacher, this is against the rules."
Meng Fu knew that Mr. Jiang had always been worried about her. He had once talked to Jiang Quan about asking her to become Yu Yong's disciple.
But Yu Yong never agreed.
At the airport in the morning, Meng Fu planned to find time to take Mr. Jiang to visit Chairman Yan.
Unexpectedly, President Yan would come to see her.
"There's nothing against the rules. He's your grandfather. Logically, he's a generation above me." President Yan felt for the first time that he was so shameless. "My classes will be given to my assistant tomorrow." I will make up for two more hours, and I promised you not to hold the apprenticeship banquet for the time being. "
After Chairman Yan finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Meng Fu wasn't sure if he was angry, so he opened WeChat and told Su Cheng about the incident.
Meng Fu: What should I do
Su Cheng: Take grandpa to pick up Chairman Yan.
Meng Fu said "Ah" and looked at his phone, not knowing what to say.
Just Mr. Jiang’s broken heart.
"Sister?" Meng Xun, who was reading, turned around.
"It's okay," Meng Fu raised his hand towards Meng Xun, "You continue reading, I'll go down and pick someone up with grandpa."
Meng opened the door and left the room for Meng Xun to read. She went straight downstairs.
Downstairs, Mr. Jiang and Yang Hua were chatting happily.
Meng Fu raised his hand, "Grandpa, will you come with me to pick someone up?"
Mr. Jiang was stunned and immediately stood up: "Who?"
"My teacher." Meng Fu lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to Chairman Yan.
Mr. Jiang thought that it should be a teacher from Meng Fu's school. He originally wanted to ask Meng Fu's class teacher. As soon as Meng Fu said it, he straightened his expression and said, "Let's go."
Half an hour later.
The back door of the Painting Association.
Mr. Jiang turned his head and looked at Meng Fu: "Don't tell me... is your master here?"