The atmosphere was very awkward.
Wei Jing sat on the chair and drew absent-mindedly. He didn't expect Xu Jiaming's disciple to be the depressed young man who had eaten the same dish as him yesterday.
What made him even more embarrassed was that when he heard the other party's name, he remembered who this young man was.
Li Fei.
When he was twenty-one years old, he brutally killed his biological father and buried his body in pieces. When he was arrested by the police, he shouted with a ferocious expression, "That man deserved to die. I don't regret killing him at all." The whole country was shocked and scolded this child for being an ungrateful wretch.
At that time, this matter dominated the trending searches for several days.
In the end, this young man was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Wei Jing even supported him on Weibo at that time. He felt that this man was really abominable. He could even kill his biological father. He was cold-blooded.
Now, time had passed. From 2011 to 2002, the man who killed his biological father had become this shy young man with a shy smile beside him. Wei Jing felt that time was really a strange thing. It could change a person beyond recognition.
Just like him.
When he was a child, he probably didn't expect that he would betray his big brother just to let his father's gaze stay on him for a while longer.
"What's wrong? Do you want an eraser? "Seeing that the child kept looking at him, Li Fei asked blankly. Did he do something wrong?
"No, no, I have an eraser here." Wei Jing waved his hand and smiled awkwardly at the young man.
"Oh!" Li Fei took the eraser back. He had a good impression of this child. Although he was dressed as delicately as the young man downstairs, he gave people the feeling that he was soft and cuddly, like a harmless little animal. He wanted to hold him in the palm of his hand and kiss him.
He wasn't a person who was good at saying nice things. He wanted to say a few words to the child, but he couldn't find a topic to talk about.
The three people in the room were painting in silence. Only the sound of brushes brushing could be heard.
The heater in the atelier was on full blast. After a while, Wei Jing couldn't take it anymore. He got up, took off his down jacket, and put it aside. When he turned around, he saw that the young man's forehead was covered with sweat. Wei Jing tilted his head and asked in confusion, "Brother Li Fei, aren't you hot? Why don't you take off your coat and put it with mine? "
Li Fei's body stiffened and he looked away. "No … no need. I'm fine."
"Oh!" Wei Jing, who was rejected, looked at the young man curiously and returned to his seat to continue drawing.
On the other hand, Xu Jiaming was attracted by their conversation. He turned his head and looked at Li Fei from head to toe. Suddenly, he frowned and looked angry. When he saw Wei Jing from the corner of his eye, he immediately looked away.
Xu Jiaming put down the paintbrush in his hand and whispered, "Xiao Fei, come with me."
"Master?" Li Fei looked embarrassed.
"Come out. You don't even listen to your master now?" Xu Jiaming scolded him harshly. Wei Jing was startled. The Xu Jiaming he had come into contact with had always been forthright and gentle. This was the first time he had seen him bristling with anger.
Li Fei bit his lip, put down the things in his hand, and followed Xu Jiaming out of the atelier.
Wei Jing was very curious, but the other two people were obviously avoiding him. He was not a real child. How could he be so thick-skinned as to follow them?
In the study not far away, Xu Jiaming looked Li Fei up and down and said, "Take off your coat."
"Mas … Master?" Li Fei wanted to fight for it. If the master saw the traces inside, he would be so angry that he couldn't eat.
"Hmm?" Xu Jiaming looked at his little disciple condescendingly. He had raised this child for a year and almost regarded him as half a son. It's just that Li Fei, this child, looks soft, but in fact, he has a stubborn temper. He refused to accept financial help and refused to move to their house.
Xu Jiaming could only buy him some clothes from time to time. He told him that the price of selling the paintings was higher than the actual price. He would put in some money and give him some subsidies so that the child could live a better life.
However, after a year, not only did the child not gain weight, he even lost weight.
Li Fei hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, under Xu Jiaming's stern gaze, he took off his old cotton coat. He was wearing a round-neck sweater inside. The sweater was a little too big, revealing a patch of skin on his neck. There was a red mark on it that was extremely conspicuous.
Xu Jiaming gritted his teeth and pulled the sweater a little. He could vaguely see the boy's scarred back.
"He hit you again." Xu Jiaming really wanted to kill someone. What kind of father was that bastard? He was lazy and didn't earn money to support the family. He also drank and gambled every day. When he lost, he came back to beat his wife and child.
No matter how much money he had, it couldn't fill the hole of a gambler.
"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt." Li Fei shrugged indifferently and comforted him. "Master, you know that my skin is white. These marks look scary, but it doesn't hurt at all."
"Silly child." Xu Jiaming rubbed the child's head. How could it not hurt after being hit? "Wait here. I'll ask my wife to bring some medicinal wine up. I'll rub it for you to dissolve the bruises."
Li Fei nodded obediently. The lingering warmth on his head made him feel warm in his heart.
***
In the beautiful tea restaurant, a faint saxophone tune drifted in the ears.
Wei Zhe sat in a remote corner. Opposite him was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. He was thin and small, and his hair was neatly combed behind his ears. He was wearing a clean and tidy blue striped suit and leather shoes.
In fact, this man was too thin to wear a suit at all because he couldn't hold it up. He looked like a child stealing an adult's clothes. It looked a little ridiculous.
Wei Zhe picked up the black and white contract on the table and quickly skimmed through it. He invested three million RMB, accounting for 12% of the total investment. The conditions were very generous. However, there was an additional condition. It clearly stated that he was only responsible for the money and the profits. He had no right to control how the movie was shot or who the actors were.
This was probably because the director was afraid that a thirteen-year-old boy like him would suddenly decide on a whim to add or remove an actor.
Wei Zhe smiled indifferently. He had no interest in making a movie. He just wanted to make some money.
After the two of them discussed the details for a while, he signed the contract without hesitation.
The thin director was stunned. He looked at the handsome boy in front of him and couldn't help but say, "You don't look like a thirteen-year-old boy. When I was your age, I didn't know anything. I only knew how to go out and play every day."
The pen in Wei Zhe's hand paused for a moment. He pushed the document in his hand to the director and said casually, "Before signing the contract, we need to do some preparation, don't we?"
"You're right." The director sighed and his eyes were full of disgust. "Unlike me, I can't see through people and almost ruined the movie."
The person who had withdrawn his investment was his best friend, so he didn't sign the contract immediately. Who knew that after two days, the other party would turn hostile?
"Don't worry." Wei Zhe stood up and patted the man's shoulder. "That person will regret it."
An opportunity to increase his assets by ten times didn't come by often.
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