It was December, and the north wind was blowing. It was so cold that people wrapped themselves up like dumplings.
Wei Jing wore a cream-colored down jacket and thick snow boots. His nose was red from the wind, and half his face was buried in a scarf. He looked like Santa Claus's little elk. He was so adorable.
Wei Zhe walked beside the child. He had a good physique and was not afraid of the cold. He only wore a black coat with the collar open, revealing a navy blue cotton sweater underneath. He was tall and straight, and his eyebrows were like ink paintings. One could already see how extraordinarily handsome he would be in the future.
Xu Jiahui lived in a high-end villa area in the north. It was a single-family three-story villa with its own garden, so it was very private.
Wei Jing had already made an appointment with Xu Jiahui to come over today. They had just arrived, and before they even knocked on the door, Xu Jiahui rushed out like a little firecracker. He shouted excitedly, "Ahhh!!! Wei Jing, you're here! Come in quickly! It's so cold outside! My mom baked cookies. Let's eat them together … "
Wei Jing was shocked. He patted his chest and breathed heavily. "Okay!" When he finished speaking, he saw Xu Jiahui and Mrs. Xu standing together at the door. He smiled at them. "Hello, Uncle and Auntie."
"Come in quickly!" Xu Jiaming said cheerfully. "It's so cold outside. It's warm inside."
The eldest brother of the Wei family followed behind Wei Jing. He politely handed an exquisitely wrapped fruit basket to the Xu couple. "Mr. Xu, Mrs. Xu, sorry to disturb you."
The Xu couple was stunned. They looked at each other and said nothing as they welcomed them in.
As soon as they entered, they were greeted by the warm air that made them feel comfortable. Wei Jing took off his cream-colored scarf and hung it on the maroon coat rack. He changed into a pair of fluffy cotton slippers. The living room was decorated in a typical pastoral style. The beautiful everlasting flowers were wrapped in vintage newspaper and hung on the wall.
The sofa cover was white with small floral patterns. It was obvious that Mrs. Xu had chosen it.
On the coffee table, there were a few plates of cookies in the shape of small animals. The brown color was very appetizing.
For some reason, Wei Jing was a little envious of Xu Jiahui. At this time, he was walking behind his elder brother. Looking up at his elder brother's tall back, the child hesitantly pinched his thumb. Forget it, it was better not to tell his elder brother. His elder brother was already busy. How could he trouble him?
Decorating an apartment, he … he can do it himself ~ ~
They chatted for a while in the living room. Under Xu Jiahui's reluctant gaze, Wei Jing took his album and followed Xu Jiaming to the studio.
In the spacious and bright space, several of Xu Jiaming's paintings hung on the walls. Other than that, there were also some oil paintings with immature brushstrokes that were full of spirit. Wei Jing was a little curious. He pointed to one of the paintings and asked, "Uncle, was this painted by Xu Jiahui?"
Xu Jiaming burst out laughing when he heard that. "That brat of mine can't even hold a brush properly? How can he paint? Don't even think about it. This was painted by one of my disciples. Although he is still young, he is really talented in this field! "
Wei Jing exclaimed, "Wow! Will he come today? "
"Yes." Xu Jiaming nodded. "He will be here in a while. Then, you can paint together."
"Come, come, come. Draw something you like. Let me see."
"Me?" Wei Jing blinked. After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and quickly drew a cute little person on the album. Of course, it must be his elder brother! Wei Jing thought happily.
The child's hands were round and white. His fingernails were a healthy pink with small crescents. Xu Jiaming's eyes flashed with surprise. He said, "Is this … your elder brother?"
"Yes." Wei Jing nodded heavily.
The man looked at the child and said, "Have you learned how to paint before?"
"I taught myself." Wei Jing lowered his head and said vaguely, "I read books that taught me how to paint and then I learned how to paint myself." In his previous life, he had watched many videos that taught how to paint. But in this life … In 2002, the Internet was just beginning to emerge. It was still in the early stages of exploration. How could there be teaching videos?
"You drew very well." Xu Jiaming was not stingy with his praise. "At your age, you have not learned how to paint systematically. It is already very good that you can paint like this. Have you thought about what path you want to take in the future? "
Wei Jing's black eyes sparkled as he looked at Xu Jiaming. He said loudly, "I want to be a manga artist in the future. I want to draw many, many good manga."
Xu Jiaming almost lost his breath when he heard this. He, he … he had already expressed so clearly that he wanted to teach him. Why did this child want to lower himself to become a manga artist? This kind of feeling was like seeing a piece of unpolished jade and wanting to make it into a rock.
At this time, the animation industry in China was still under development. It was not like in the future where IP could be developed. It was also not possible to accumulate fans on various social media platforms and accept advertisements. It could only be published in magazines such as manga.
With Xu Jiaming's status, he naturally did not care about it.
This was still a child. He did not know anything. He had to take it slow. Xu Jiaming said to himself in his heart. He lowered his head and looked directly at the child. He said with a hint of coaxing, "Do you like oil paintings? Uncle will teach you how to paint oil paintings, okay? "
Wei Jing scratched his head. He felt that something was wrong.
But … but since the great artist in the future said so, then it should not be a problem for him to learn. After all, they all had to draw compositions. It was more or less the same.
Hey, hey! The difference was too big!
When Wei Jing started to paint, Xu Jiaming realized that his foundation was very stable. Now, one was teaching and the other was learning. One was a very talented artist, and the other was a fake child with memories of the future. Naturally, they got along very well.
Outside the neighborhood.
A young boy about 12 years old was wearing an old cotton jacket and a pair of shoes that were slightly unglued. When the neighborhood's security guard saw him, he smiled and greeted him. "Li Pei, you're here again."
"Yes, hello, uncle." The child nodded. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he had a melancholy aura. It made people feel sorry for him.
"It's so cold. Go in quickly!" The uncle in his thirties waved and motioned for him to leave quickly.
The cold winter wind blew, and it made people shiver subconsciously. Li Fei jogged to his master's small courtyard and rang the doorbell. His family was poor. His father was a gambler, and his mother was timid. When he was beaten up by his father, it was his master who saved him. He even brought him home to give him clothes and food. In the end, he saw that he had a talent for painting and decided to accept him as his disciple.
It had to be said that Li Fei was born to be a painter.
After only a year of learning, his paintings were able to sell well. Two of his paintings were even sold at a good price, more or less enough to support his family. Of course, this was all thanks to his master. Otherwise, no matter how many paintings he had, it would be useless if he didn't have connections.
Unlike usual, when Li Fei entered the living room, he saw a young boy sitting on the sofa. The boy looked about the same age as him. He was well-dressed and had a mature aura that he didn't have.
Li Fei's body stiffened. He didn't have much confidence. With a timid face, he greeted his master's wife and Xu Jiahui.
"Ah! Big Brother Li Fei, you're here! " Xu Jiahui howled and jumped to Li Fei's side. He pointed at Wei Zhe and said, "Dang dang dang, this is my good friend Wei Jing's older brother — Wei Zhe. Big Brother Wei Zhe is super awesome. He's only 13 years old, but he's already in his third year of high school. "
After an hour, Xu Jiahui had one more idol.
Third year of high school? Li Fei couldn't hide the shock on his face. He … he didn't even know some of the questions for the sixth grade, but this boy was already in his third year of high school? It was really … amazing!
"Hello, my name is Li Fei." The teenager said with a bit of cowardice.
Xu Jiaming's disciple? Oh! So my little brother will be spending a lot of time with him? Wei Zhe stood up. His eyebrows were like ink, and his dark eyes were deep and mesmerizing. He said politely, "Hello, I'm Wei Zhe."
"Xiao Fei, you're here to look for Jiaming, right? He's in the studio. You can go up. "Seeing Li Fei's restraint, Mother Xu said gently.
"Then I'll go up. Sorry to trouble you."
"Go ahead!"
Xu Jiahui watched as another person he liked left. His heart was full of grievances. Why was his bastard father always trying to steal people from him? Hate You Like You Are Nothing More Than
But fortunately, he still had Big Brother Wei Zhe. Xu Jiahui turned his head and looked at the young man with sparkling eyes … Unexpectedly, after the young man picked up a phone call, he said apologetically, "Sorry, something came up at the last minute. I'll leave Wei Jing to you. I'll come over to pick him up tonight."
"You're leaving alone?" Mother Xu was worried. "I'll have my driver send you."
"No need to trouble yourself. The place I'm going to is very close." Wei Zhe refused tactfully but firmly.
Mother Xu looked at the boy, suddenly at a loss for words. She could only watch as he strode out of the living room with quick, determined steps.
After his rebirth, he had quickly accumulated wealth.
This was the goal Wei Zhe had set for himself. Based on his memory, he had found a movie that would be a big hit in the future. He had hoped to invest in it, but because of his age, he had been rejected. But today, the person from that movie called him.
There was nothing to be surprised about, right?
Because one of the investors pulled out at the last minute, the progress of the movie was halted several times. In the end, the director gritted his teeth, sold his house, and borrowed a loan to finish the movie.
But now... with a 'stupid but rich kid' like him, why would the director be so stubborn about his age?
Anyway... it was fine as long as there was an investment.
Wei Zhe didn't have much money on hand. From his New Year's pocket money and the five million he earned from the Ye family, he had a total of a little over ten million.
Low investment, high profit, quick money, and low risk. This was the only thing he could do now.
When he had more money, he would be able to do something else.
In the backseat of the taxi, Wei Zhe narrowed his eyes. He looked through the car window at the azure sky. No one would have thought that in just a few decades, this place would be overtaken by smog and the sky would turn gray.
Just as no one would have thought that the power of the internet would develop to an unimaginable level.
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