Chapter 598 An Neng bends his waist to serve the powerful
Apart from Su Chengyi, the one who learned about this situation for the first time was obviously Wei Peilan, who had been sitting silently on the other side.
She knew that Chu Qingmian wanted to go to a public middle school after graduating from elementary school, but she didn't know that her real purpose was to be classmates with Su Chengyi.
If she had known it at that time, she would never have agreed.
Chu Qingmian has been obedient since she was a child and rarely does anything against her family's wishes. If you think about it, this is probably the first time she has to change schools.
That's when things probably started to get difficult to handle, Wei Peilan thought. It was such a mistake that he would regret it for eternity.
If the possibility of the two of them knowing each other was cut off from the root, why would there be so many troubles later.
Moreover, it was true that she had paid too little attention to Chu Qingmian since she was a child.
From the perspective of other family members who are not actually so close, most of them have already heard about Su Chengyi, and have long realized that "my classmate" that Chu Qingmian often mentioned means a lot to her. It must be of great significance.
Only I, as a mother, who should understand this matter the most, know nothing about it.
After all, it seems that it is also his own dereliction of duty?
Wei Peilan thought so, his face turned livid.
No, in the final analysis, it was Chu Qingmian's own fault.
She has been clearly aware of her responsibilities since she was a child, and how much her family has placed high hopes on her, but she is still bound by the shackles of emotions, and has remained childish for ten years.
Wei Peilan always believed that everything she and Chu Yuanjiang had done so far was paving the way for Chu Qingmian's future.
Since its development, Offshore Group, as the industry leader, no longer has much room for development in its original region. Even with the changes of the times, it is difficult to shake its huge foundation.
What Chu Qingmian wants to do is not just "inherit" the family business, but "expand" it.
As the saying goes, sailing against the current means retreating if you don't advance.
This is why Chu Yuanjiang founded Xingxing Entertainment for her and used it as a starting point for her career, because this was an area that Offshore Group had not originally entered.
Compared with small love, Chu Qingmian's life should have a more majestic goal.
This has always been Wei Peilan's life creed. For her, children are not born to gain so-called family affection or love.
On the contrary, children should be the continuation of their parents' lives, and they should spend their whole lives completing careers and goals that are difficult for their parents to accomplish.
But it's obvious that Chu Qingmian's ambition is not here. She has her own ideas and many more.
And all this is thanks to the young man in front of me.
Wei Peilan's eyes passed coldly over Su Chengyi, who was undergoing the second round of tests after his chess skills.
Su Chengyi's hunch was indeed correct.
Miss Chu's bragging in front of all her relatives had to be verified by him in the end.
The calligraphy session is going on now, and Butler Han has prepared rice paper and brushes at some point.
Su Chengyi glanced at Chu Qingmian helplessly and couldn't help but asked in a low voice:
"How did you know I could write calligraphy at that time?"
"When I was in calligraphy class, I was responsible for collecting everyone's homework. I happened to see your handwriting, and I thought you were copying it. But later I found out that it was not true. You wrote it yourself. I immediately felt that it was yours. The words are like dogs crawling.”
Speaking of this, Chu Qingmian couldn't help but stick out her tongue.
"It's unethical to peek at other people's homework, monitor."
Su Chengyi said slowly.
"You're not peeking! It's obviously a piece of writing that I collected. Do I have to collect your homework while blindfolded?"
Chu Qingmian pointed at the rice paper spread out on the table, then covered her eyes and stretched out her hand to pull at it twice, almost touching the polished ink on the table.
Su Chengyi laughed and stretched out his hand to pull her back to safety.
In terms of calligraphy, he also learned it from his grandfather. He felt that there was nothing outstanding about it, and his handwriting could be read at best.
Grandpa is really good at handwriting, to the extent that he can sell it for money.
Su Chengyi watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" when he was a child, and felt that if his grandfather was born in a martial arts novel, he must be a big shot like Huang Yaoshi, "Martial arts and literary talent, Feng Gaoqinqi and chess, arithmetic strategies, medical divination and astrology, Qimen and the Five Elements" ", proficient in everything, a true all-rounder.
Su Chengyi learned a lot because he spent a lot of time with his grandfather since he was a child.
Although he always thought that what he learned was just superficial, since his grandfather was teaching his grandson, he naturally tried his best without reservation.
In addition, Su Chengyi is very talented and has a really smart mind, so what he learns from the beginning is often not entry-level knowledge. While others are still in the introductory stage, he is already in the evolutionary stage.
Combining these reasons, Su Chengyi has no clear understanding of his own level. Many times he thinks that he only "understands a little bit", but in fact he is already a leader among ordinary people.
Su Chengyi dipped his pen in the ink and looked carefully at the rice paper, Hu brush and pine smoke ink.
Calligraphy, like playing chess, is an activity that requires breath and silence, so everyone watching around also calmed down consciously, waiting for him to put pen to paper.
At this time, I could just write some short poems with good meanings to pass the test. Su Chengyi paused with his pen and what came down was:
"The vast blue sky has no bottom, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.
Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of clouds come and go one after another. ”
It comes from Li Taibai's "Sleepwalking Heavenly Mother Says Farewell", which will be remembered for thousands of years.
Compared with his hard-pen calligraphy, Su Chengyi's calligraphy is more fluid and smooth.
The strokes are extremely free and unrestrained, and from a distance, it looks like a spectacular landscape painting.
The first person to say "wow" was Chu Xuanxuan. He was not old enough to appreciate calligraphy works yet, but he simply thought that Su Chengyi did a very handsome job in writing calligraphy.
In modern society, with the development of science and technology, people need to write less and less by hand. Many children do not even have the correct posture to hold a pen, so they make do with it.
But for young people, good handwriting is definitely a plus.
Even Grandpa Chu Qingmian, who had always had a gloomy face, relaxed a little from his cold expression when he saw his calligraphy.
But soon, everyone present thought of Li Taibai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu Song Farewell". What is really well-known to the public is actually the last sentence of the entire poem.
"An Neng has to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!"
For a while, in addition to admiring Su Chengyi's calligraphy work, I also had a slightly more complicated vision.
"Hey, even if you pass these two levels, we can't lose on the game console!"
The cousin smiled heartily and rolled up his sleeves as if he was ready to do something big.
Su Chengyi wiped the ink stains on his hands. Before he could answer, a faint voice came from the other side of the sofa:
"Those who play chess and write must be tired. Everyone, please sit down and rest for a while."
The host spoke, and everyone who was still in high spirits immediately stopped and returned to the sofa obediently.
Obviously, everyone knows the temper of the hostess, and the things she decides are absolutely absolute and non-negotiable.
Seeing that a new round of fruit plates and snacks had been presented on the coffee table, Chu Qingmian stuffed a mini puff that was only the size of a finger into her mouth, then picked up the dessert plate and asked one by one.
After making a big circle, when it was Su Chengyi's turn, Chu Qingmian knew that he hated desserts, so she put down the dessert plate, poked a strawberry from the fruit plate and fed it to his mouth. Su Chengyi hesitated for a moment, feeling that hesitation would attract more attention, so he lowered his head and bit off the strawberry.
The pulp is plump, sweet and tastes great.
Miss Chu seemed to poke one at random, but in fact she secretly poked the one that she thought was the most beautiful and delicious.
Facts have proved that foodies are indeed very discerning.
This kind of feeding is nothing special for Chu Qingmian and Su Chengyi, because this is the way the two get along with each other on weekdays.
But in the eyes of others, it smelled like dog food, and the place where the younger generation gathered immediately burst into cheers of "Hey--".
Only then did Chu Qingmian realize that this was in front of everyone. Although she was a little shy, she was quite confident.
After meeting today, I have officially met my parents’ boyfriend, ah, I also need to add a boyfriend who is dating for the purpose of getting married.
So, it’s not too much to do anything, right?
But apparently, some people thought it was too much.
Grandma Chu Qingmian put the plastic fork in her hand back into the copper plate and slowly said:
"Butler."
Butler Han, who had already retreated to a far corner, rushed forward again, lowered his head and said:
"Here, do you have any orders?"
"The fire in the stove is not enough. Please add more. This house is not facing well and it will be very cold."
Grandma said as she tightened the blanket around her body.
Listening to her very familiar accent, Su Chengyi thought to herself that this was indeed the case.
Obviously, this thin old lady with gray hair fits the stereotype of an old capitalist lady.
To put it this way, Wei Peilan is not actually considered as such. She looks more like a workaholic, while this old lady is a serious heavyweight.
"Mianmian."
The old lady continued.
"Hey, grandma."
Chu Qingmian came to her senses, walked to her side, and carefully tucked the corners of the blanket for her.
"Do you still feel cold? Do you need me to get you another thin blanket?"
"No, you sit down."
The old lady raised her chin and motioned for Chu Qingmian to sit in the empty seat reserved next to her.
"Has the company's development been going smoothly in recent times? If you have any problems, tell me here and everyone will be there to help you solve them. It will save you trouble in the future."
"Grandma, there's no big problem. As for last quarter's financial report, you should have read it at your mother's house some time ago, right?"
Chu Qingmian replied with a smile.
Su Chengyi vaguely heard that the eldest lady's words were actually a little bit strange.
"The financial report cannot reveal the hidden internal problems. As the owner of the company, you naturally have to pay more attention. If you leave everything to your mother to handle, can you still call it your own company?"
The old lady grabbed a corner of the thin blanket, covered her face and coughed twice, as if saying this was extremely draining on her energy.
Chu Qingmian raised her head when she heard the sound and said:
"Wu Ma, please go and close the side door and side window, and bring a new blanket."
"Okay, miss."
Chu Qingmian wrapped her grandmother in a new blanket and said softly:
"Winter is coming soon. You should pay more attention to your health. If you catch a cold, it will be troublesome. Mom is rarely at home during this time, so I just want to spend more time with you. If you are worried, just go to the company to see it in person when you are free. ”
"You are filial."
The old lady coughed twice more, and seemed to think that what she said was quite satisfactory, and the look on her face softened a little.
After a while, she raised her eyelids and looked at Su Chengyi on the other side. The latter was also looking at her. After their eyes met, surprisingly, he had no intention of hiding.
Afterwards, Su Chengyi stood up and poured a cup of hot tea.
"The temperature of hot tea is just right. If you hold a cup and warm it in the palm of your hand, it will feel better."
After he finished speaking, he handed the cup of tea into Chu Qingmian's hand and whispered.
"Be careful of burning."
"Okay, okay."
After Chu Qingmian confirmed that the temperature was suitable, she handed the tea cup to her grandmother.
Su Chengyi's behavior was obviously not to please, but a slightly distant politeness, even avoiding the handover action of handing over tea.
The old lady was silent for a long time while holding hot tea.
In fact, from the moment she spoke, everyone here knew that the happy hour was over, and that the next part would definitely be a period of silence mixed with embarrassment.
As a result, the surrounding air became silent, and the younger generation felt on pins and needles. Every cell in their bodies wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but they did not dare.
Especially the cousin brothers and sisters, everyone knows how difficult it is to get along with their grandparents, so they all have tense faces and dare not relax at all.
"Ming Qian, how was your result in the Chinese studies competition you participated in a few days ago?"
While stroking the teacup, the old lady continued.
The boy named Ming Qian paused slightly when he heard this, nodded and replied:
"Sorry, my performance was not good. I lost to the defender of the previous round in the final round."
The old lady didn't respond when she heard this, she just let him keep her head down and admit her mistake, and continued to say as if nothing had happened:
"Where's Gu Qiu, did you get a prize in the last competition?"
Gu Qiu was the cousin who had been standing quietly aside and almost said nothing. She lowered her eyes and her voice was trembling.
"I got it, but the first-place player had much more experience than me. In the end, the total score was 0.5 points behind, and I only got second place."
"If you lose, you lose. What experience is there in a wasteful effort? Are you making excuses for yourself?"
The old lady raised her eyebrows and her tone was extremely stern.
Then the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees because of her lecturing posture.
Su Chengyi's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the cousin named Gu Qiu shivering quietly.
Chu Qingmian, who was sitting on the other side, raised her eyes and pursed her lips slightly, as if she felt the same familiar pressure.
(End of chapter)