The calligraphy association's activity was held in the conference hall of Wentham Hotel.
When Xiaoqi arrived at the hotel entrance, the chairman went to park the car and Xiaoqi got off the car to wait first.
She saw there was a sign at the entrance saying today's calligraphy association activity was on the fifth floor in Huachao Hall.
Xiaoqi felt quite fortunate at the moment that she had stayed in a five-star hotel before, so she wouldn't feel nervous when seeing the marble floors, the glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, and the magnificent lobby.
The last time she checked in a hotel alone, she was actually very nervous.
Sometimes it's true that you have to spend money once to experience the difference. This is probably what people call gaining experience.
Otherwise she would probably feel nervous and not know where to put her hands and feet.
The revolving door at the entrance kept flashing.
People were coming and going outside. Xiaoqi went into the lobby and sat down on a sofa.
She knew this sofa was for guests to rest on.
The lobbies of hotels always give a very luxurious feel. As she sat on the sofa, she could see a wall in front of her which was made of mirrored panels joined together, and there were countless reflections of herself in the mirrors.
She was wearing a black dress, a white cardigan, white shoes, a school bag.
Compared to the people walking in and out of the hotel, she looked quite young.
Sitting next to her was a middle-aged fat man with a very big round belly.
Sitting opposite was an elegantly dressed woman, wearing a dress that looked a bit like a cheongsam, with a high side slit. She wore high heels, had a curly perm, very red lipstick, and very beautiful eye makeup. She sat there looking very refined, constantly browsing on her phone.
Xiaoqi also really wanted to take out her phone and scroll and scroll. She felt that although it was a waste of time, it seemed to be a good way to avoid awkwardness. Just sitting there blankly was not as good as scrolling on her phone.
But she still didn't take out her phone. Xiaoqi, who had just done some psychological self-affirmation the day before, wanted to actively engage with the world more, rather than avoid it.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long before the chairman appeared.
She followed the chairman into the elevator.
Unexpectedly, just as she was waiting by the elevator door, she happened to meet the younger uncle of the chairman of the association, who was also Xiao Bao'er's uncle.
Xiaoqi had seen him a few times at the equestrian center, and had even had a meal together, although they didn't talk much. But she remembered him.
He was quite good-looking, carefree, and seemed like the playboy type.
Anyway, he was a type Xiaoqi had never encountered before.
But since they met now, she still greeted him.
"Uncle Xiao, hello." She thought that she, the chairman and Xiao Bao'er were all considered the same generation, so it was not wrong to call him uncle.
But when Xiao Yu heard this "Uncle Xiao" greeting... he was dumbfounded.
He felt very uncomfortable all over his body. After all, there was a generational difference.
Looking around the elevator entrance, it was almost entirely mirrored walls, and seeing the woman next to him, fair-skinned and red-lipped, then looking at the innocent bare-faced Xiaoqi, both keeping a distance from the men beside them.
"What are you doing here?" Having experienced many ups and downs in relationships, recalling when girlfriend number two caught him with girlfriend number four, he calmly asked.
"I'm here for an event."
Just then the elevator arrived.
Xiaoqi didn't say much more, and went into the elevator with the chairman.
Xiao Yu didn't get in, because he could feel the woman next to him had already slipped her arm into his.
He had always been courteous to women. Although he had briefly flirted with this one and it got ambiguous, then he went to his nephew's equestrian center...
And had forgotten about her for a while.
They happened to run into each other today as she had invited him to an event here.
The woman next to him was called Jin An. She was previously his type, dressed very femininely, with a cinched waist and full hips, sexy red lips. He originally intended to develop things further, although when he met Jin An, he was still with his last girlfriend.
Standing at the elevator entrance, he saw the elevator stop on the 5th floor for a moment.
Then he entered the adjacent elevator.
Pressed floor 6.
His event was on the 6th floor.
Jin An looked at Xiao Yu thoughtfully, a smile at the corner of her mouth, but didn't say anything.
When she was sitting on the lobby sofa earlier, she had noticed the girl who came in.
Such an innocent feeling, wearing a schoolbag. Jin An was quite envious. Who doesn't wish they could remain innocent and beautiful, everyone was innocent and beautiful at one point.
But seeing her coming to a hotel, Jin An couldn't help a scornful curl of her lip.
Maybe she wouldn't remain so innocent after she left.
But she didn't expect the girl to actually know Xiao Yu, and even call him Uncle Xiao...
And Xiao Yu's expression was also very wrong, when had he ever shown this kind of demeanor towards a girl.
Nervous.
The 5th floor Huachao Hall was much bigger than the conference room in Enhua Building.
Xiaoqi also saw a familiar face, Mr. Ke Yinhua, who was a guest speaker when she went to Enhua last time.
Ke Yinhua also saw Xiaoqi, and his expression was a bit unnatural for a moment.
He didn't come over to greet her.
But many people came over to greet the chairman.
At first Xiaoqi thought the chairman must be quite famous, but listening in she realized they were all asking about his grandfather... so the chairman's grandfather must be quite famous.
Indeed, as the chairman said, most were men and very few women.
At a glance, they were all men, some in suits and some in Chinese clothing.
Mostly older, she and the chairman were among the youngest.
The chairman was also dressed quite like a businessman.
Li Luanliang introduced two people to Xiaoqi, who were both directors of the Calligraphy Association, and also Xiaoqi's nominators for joining the association.
One man and one woman, finally she met a lady, who looked around 40 years old, dressed very stylishly, like her whole outfit was made of torn hemp fabric, but looking closely there was a sense of design.
Xiaoqi remembered seeing dresses like this at the mall, not cheap at all, over 2,000 yuan for a dress.
She was also wearing a beret.
She passed Xiaoqi her name card, which read This Life Art Gallery, name: Qiu Meinan.
Her name also had quite an artistic feel.
The man looked to be in his forties as well. He also gave Xiaoqi his card. His title was Chairman of XX Transportation Company, Director of the Calligraphy Association, Gao Xinsheng.
So these two were like Xiaoqi's sponsors, to some extent her supervisors.
Meeting for the first time, they didn't say much.
To be honest, Xiaoqi still felt a generational gap. With the age difference, she didn't even know what to chat about, she just smiled obediently.
Listen more, speak less.
Chairman Li Luanliang still took quite good care of Xiaoqi, but now he got pulled away, leaving Xiaoqi in Ms. Qiu's care.
Ms. Qiu had a round face and fair skin, long eyelashes. She dressed very artistically but her personality seemed very gentle.
"I read your transcription of the Heart Sutra, it's very good," she praised, then quietly added: "Better than Mr. Ke's."
Xiaoqi could only say thank you, still feeling a bit awkward not knowing what to chat about.
Ms. Qiu took Xiaoqi to get a drink, and asked if she wanted alcohol.
Then she quickly covered her mouth and said, "Oh right, you're not 18 yet, you can't drink."
She handed Xiaoqi a coconut milk, and took a cocktail for herself.
"I'm actually just average at calligraphy, but pretty good at painting. Do you like painting? Feel free to come to my art gallery and hang out when you're free."
"I like painting, but I'm not very good," Xiaoqi thought of Teacher Shi, and took a small sip of the creamy sweet coconut milk, the sweetness was probably from sugar.
"Painting and calligraphy come from the same source. Your calligraphy is so good, your painting must be great too," Qiu Meinan felt more and more heartache looking at the young girl, she was so delicate, but seemed a bit guarded.
She took Xiaoqi around the venue, pointing to each person and introducing them: "It's okay if you can't remember them all, just get a general impression."
Xiaoqi nodded. She had actually remembered them all. She still had the memory buff, and could instantly memorize everything Ms. Qiu said about those dozens of people, including each person's interests and traits.
Of course, the most important part of the calligraphy association's activity, apart from socializing, was actually writing.
Xiaoqi followed Ms. Qiu, watching others write. She felt some wrote very well, while some were average.
To her surprise, the handwriting of her other recommender, Mr. Gao Xinsheng, the boss of the shipping company, was unexpectedly good, giving off a majestic aura like a flying dragon.
As Ms. Qiu Meinan said about her own writing, it was passable, around average level at best. If rated, it would be beginner level. But as she held the brush to dot the ink, she casually painted a picture next to the characters, instantly elevating the piece.
Seeing the serious look in the young girl's eyes, Qiu Meinan smiled and said, "Xiao Qi, why don't you try writing one too, as the youngest new member of our calligraphy association, show us what you've got."
The calligraphy association's activity was held in the conference hall of Wentham Hotel.
When Xiaoqi arrived at the hotel entrance, the chairman went to park the car and Xiaoqi got off the car to wait first.
She saw there was a sign at the entrance saying today's calligraphy association activity was on the fifth floor in Huachao Hall.
Xiaoqi felt quite fortunate at the moment that she had stayed in a five-star hotel before, so she wouldn't feel nervous when seeing the marble floors, the glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, and the magnificent lobby.
The last time she checked in a hotel alone, she was actually very nervous.
Sometimes it's true that you have to spend money once to experience the difference. This is probably what people call gaining experience.
Otherwise she would probably feel nervous and not know where to put her hands and feet.
The revolving door at the entrance kept flashing.
People were coming and going outside. Xiaoqi went into the lobby and sat down on a sofa.
She knew this sofa was for guests to rest on.
The lobbies of hotels always give a very luxurious feel. As she sat on the sofa, she could see a wall in front of her which was made of mirrored panels joined together, and there were countless reflections of herself in the mirrors.
She was wearing a black dress, a white cardigan, white shoes, a school bag.
Compared to the people walking in and out of the hotel, she looked quite young.
Sitting next to her was a middle-aged fat man with a very big round belly.
Sitting opposite was an elegantly dressed woman, wearing a dress that looked a bit like a cheongsam, with a high side slit. She wore high heels, had a curly perm, very red lipstick, and very beautiful eye makeup. She sat there looking very refined, constantly browsing on her phone.
Xiaoqi also really wanted to take out her phone and scroll and scroll. She felt that although it was a waste of time, it seemed to be a good way to avoid awkwardness. Just sitting there blankly was not as good as scrolling on her phone.
But she still didn't take out her phone. Xiaoqi, who had just done some psychological self-affirmation the day before, wanted to actively engage with the world more, rather than avoid it.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long before the chairman appeared.
She followed the chairman into the elevator.
Unexpectedly, just as she was waiting by the elevator door, she happened to meet the younger uncle of the chairman of the association, who was also Xiao Bao'er's uncle.
Xiaoqi had seen him a few times at the equestrian center, and had even had a meal together, although they didn't talk much. But she remembered him.
He was quite good-looking, carefree, and seemed like the playboy type.
Anyway, he was a type Xiaoqi had never encountered before.
But since they met now, she still greeted him.
"Uncle Xiao, hello." She thought that she, the chairman and Xiao Bao'er were all considered the same generation, so it was not wrong to call him uncle.
But when Xiao Yu heard this "Uncle Xiao" greeting... he was dumbfounded.
He felt very uncomfortable all over his body. After all, there was a generational difference.
Looking around the elevator entrance, it was almost entirely mirrored walls, and seeing the woman next to him, fair-skinned and red-lipped, then looking at the innocent bare-faced Xiaoqi, both keeping a distance from the men beside them.
"What are you doing here?" Having experienced many ups and downs in relationships, recalling when girlfriend number two caught him with girlfriend number four, he calmly asked.
"I'm here for an event."
Just then the elevator arrived.
Xiaoqi didn't say much more, and went into the elevator with the chairman.
Xiao Yu didn't get in, because he could feel the woman next to him had already slipped her arm into his.
He had always been courteous to women. Although he had briefly flirted with this one and it got ambiguous, then he went to his nephew's equestrian center...
And had forgotten about her for a while.
They happened to run into each other today as she had invited him to an event here.
The woman next to him was called Jin An. She was previously his type, dressed very femininely, with a cinched waist and full hips, sexy red lips. He originally intended to develop things further, although when he met Jin An, he was still with his last girlfriend.
Standing at the elevator entrance, he saw the elevator stop on the 5th floor for a moment.
Then he entered the adjacent elevator.
Pressed floor 6.
His event was on the 6th floor.
Jin An looked at Xiao Yu thoughtfully, a smile at the corner of her mouth, but didn't say anything.
When she was sitting on the lobby sofa earlier, she had noticed the girl who came in.
Such an innocent feeling, wearing a schoolbag. Jin An was quite envious. Who doesn't wish they could remain innocent and beautiful, everyone was innocent and beautiful at one point.
But seeing her coming to a hotel, Jin An couldn't help a scornful curl of her lip.
Maybe she wouldn't remain so innocent after she left.
But she didn't expect the girl to actually know Xiao Yu, and even call him Uncle Xiao...
And Xiao Yu's expression was also very wrong, when had he ever shown this kind of demeanor towards a girl.
Nervous.
The 5th floor Huachao Hall was much bigger than the conference room in Enhua Building.
Xiaoqi also saw a familiar face, Mr. Ke Yinhua, who was a guest speaker when she went to Enhua last time.
Ke Yinhua also saw Xiaoqi, and his expression was a bit unnatural for a moment.
He didn't come over to greet her.
But many people came over to greet the chairman.
At first Xiaoqi thought the chairman must be quite famous, but listening in she realized they were all asking about his grandfather... so the chairman's grandfather must be quite famous.
Indeed, as the chairman said, most were men and very few women.
At a glance, they were all men, some in suits and some in Chinese clothing.
Mostly older, she and the chairman were among the youngest.
The chairman was also dressed quite like a businessman.
Li Luanliang introduced two people to Xiaoqi, who were both directors of the Calligraphy Association, and also Xiaoqi's nominators for joining the association.
One man and one woman, finally she met a lady, who looked around 40 years old, dressed very stylishly, like her whole outfit was made of torn hemp fabric, but looking closely there was a sense of design.
Xiaoqi remembered seeing dresses like this at the mall, not cheap at all, over 2,000 yuan for a dress.
She was also wearing a beret.
She passed Xiaoqi her name card, which read This Life Art Gallery, name: Qiu Meinan.
Her name also had quite an artistic feel.
The man looked to be in his forties as well. He also gave Xiaoqi his card. His title was Chairman of XX Transportation Company, Director of the Calligraphy Association, Gao Xinsheng.
So these two were like Xiaoqi's sponsors, to some extent her supervisors.
Meeting for the first time, they didn't say much.
To be honest, Xiaoqi still felt a generational gap. With the age difference, she didn't even know what to chat about, she just smiled obediently.
Listen more, speak less.
Chairman Li Luanliang still took quite good care of Xiaoqi, but now he got pulled away, leaving Xiaoqi in Ms. Qiu's care.
Ms. Qiu had a round face and fair skin, long eyelashes. She dressed very artistically but her personality seemed very gentle.
"I read your transcription of the Heart Sutra, it's very good," she praised, then quietly added: "Better than Mr. Ke's."
Xiaoqi could only say thank you, still feeling a bit awkward not knowing what to chat about.
Ms. Qiu took Xiaoqi to get a drink, and asked if she wanted alcohol.
Then she quickly covered her mouth and said, "Oh right, you're not 18 yet, you can't drink."
She handed Xiaoqi a coconut milk, and took a cocktail for herself.
"I'm actually just average at calligraphy, but pretty good at painting. Do you like painting? Feel free to come to my art gallery and hang out when you're free."
"I like painting, but I'm not very good," Xiaoqi thought of Teacher Shi, and took a small sip of the creamy sweet coconut milk, the sweetness was probably from sugar.
"Painting and calligraphy come from the same source. Your calligraphy is so good, your painting must be great too," Qiu Meinan felt more and more heartache looking at the young girl, she was so delicate, but seemed a bit guarded.
She took Xiaoqi around the venue, pointing to each person and introducing them: "It's okay if you can't remember them all, just get a general impression."
Xiaoqi nodded. She had actually remembered them all. She still had the memory buff, and could instantly memorize everything Ms. Qiu said about those dozens of people, including each person's interests and traits.
Of course, the most important part of the calligraphy association's activity, apart from socializing, was actually writing.
Xiaoqi followed Ms. Qiu, watching others write. She felt some wrote very well, while some were average.
To her surprise, the handwriting of her other recommender, Mr. Gao Xinsheng, the boss of the shipping company, was unexpectedly good, giving off a majestic aura like a flying dragon.
As Ms. Qiu Meinan said about her own writing, it was passable, around average level at best. If rated, it would be beginner level. But as she held the brush to dot the ink, she casually painted a picture next to the characters, instantly elevating the piece.
Seeing the serious look in the young girl's eyes, Qiu Meinan smiled and said, "Xiao Qi, why don't you try writing one too, as the youngest new member of our calligraphy association, show us what you've got."
