Back when Nie Ningle transferred to the same school as him, she quarreled with Little Fatty Ye and Xu Jiahui, causing the teacher to have a headache.
After much effort, the three of them were finally appeased, arguing over who had the best relationship with Wei Jing. They quarreled every two days and quarreled every three days. This caused Wei Jing's head to swell. He couldn't take it anymore and jumped two grades. Now, all three of them were dumbfounded.
Without Wei Jing, the 'femme fatale', the three of them hugged each other for warmth and became good friends in the end.
Wei Jing: F * ck you!
In his previous life, Wei Jing had a crush on Nie Ningle. He liked Ningle's optimism, strength, and omnipotence … Those were things that he could never have.
But now … forget it, he'd better draw!
Who could understand the pain of having one's idol shattered?
Now, four years had passed. Xu Jiahui and the others were still in the sixth grade of primary school, but Wei Jing was already in the second grade.
"Wei Jing, your drawing skills are obvious to all of us. Our school will nominate a total of three students to participate in the Youth Art Exhibition this time. The teacher has reserved a spot for you here." The class teacher, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, smiled as she handed the registration form to the youth. "Do your best! Strive to make it to the finals. "
Wei Jing held the registration form, dumbfounded. "… You want me to go? That's not good!"
"The teacher believes in your ability." The woman patted Wei Jing's shoulder and encouraged him. "You'll get bonus points for the middle school exams this time. Do your best."
Wei Jing, whose grades were always in the top five of the grade: = - =
"Thank you, teacher. I'll do my best. Then … Teacher, I'll go to class." Wei Jing took the registration form and walked out of the office.
"Okay, remember to fill it out. Send it here before school ends today."
"Yes."
The middle school and primary school that Wei Jing was in were integrated and could be directly promoted. There were also many who came from other schools. There were many awesome people. Wei Jing looked at the registration form and felt a little worried. He had been learning painting from Xu Jiahui all these years, but every time he finished painting, he would be scolded badly by Teacher Xu …
Wei Jing was a little depressed. He felt that he might not have the talent in this area. Now that he had been recommended, he could not help but feel terrified. What if … what if he was eliminated in the first round? How embarrassing would that be!
"Wei Jing, what's wrong with you? You're frowning as if someone owes you millions of dollars. "A friend from school joked.
Wei Jing sighed deeply and patted the other party's shoulder weakly. He looked at the other party with a 'you don't understand' look. If someone really owed him money, did he have to act like this?
Over the years, he had humbly asked his elder brother for advice. Under his elder brother's guidance, he had bought a lot of stocks. His little treasury had increased by four or five times. Now, he could be considered a millionaire.
Although he still could not compare to his elder brother _ (: з 」 ∠) _
He felt that earning money to support his elder brother … was really … a long road ahead. His elder brother's net worth was so much higher than his. He could not afford to support him.
For the whole day, Wei Jing's little face was bitter. When he handed the registration form to the teacher, he repeatedly asked, "Teacher, are you really going to recommend me? Don't regret it! There's still time. Think about it. Do you want to change to someone else? "
The teacher was directly amused by his words. He felt that this child was very sincere. It was such a good opportunity, but others could not get it even if they wanted it.
In terms of painting skills, their school definitely could not compete with a specialized art school.
This time, the reason why Wei Jing was recommended was that, first, he had shown good skills during the class meeting. Second, he was the youngest. He had just turned 12 and met the registration requirements. With him around, even if the school lost, they could find an excuse and say that the student in their school was still a child. How could they have the nerve to talk about winning and losing with a child?
Didn't they say that friendship came first and competition came second?
Wei Jing did not know what was going on. As soon as he got home, he threw his school bag aside and ran to his art room with his short legs. This room was originally set aside for Wei Zhe to use as a study. After Wei Jing learned how to paint, he simply emptied a space for children to paint.
Taking out his drawing board and oil cloth, Wei Jing took a deep breath and began to think about what he should paint. After a while, he clenched the pencil in his hand and began to sketch on the canvas.
He was very serious as he drew, one stroke after another. Slowly, the familiar scene — the large balcony in the living room, the soft fabric sofa, the cute little yellow sponge pillow … The young man with only the back of his black head was half-squatting on the ground. The young boy standing opposite the young man revealed half of his delicate face …
The bright sunlight passed through the transparent glass of the balcony and shone on the two of them, casting a layer of blurry halo on them.
There were also magazines scattered on the coffee table, a white spider plant that had bloomed in a small flower pot in the corner, a devil's ivy that was fixed to the wall, stretching out its veins, and a gray rabbit slipper that was thrown outside the shoe rack …
Wei Jing used a lot of warm colors in this painting. The warm and familial house, the tall young man, and the smiling child whose hair was being rubbed … formed a beautiful picture.
After Wei Jing finished painting, he stared at it for a while in a daze. This … this was actually painted by him. _ (: з 」 ∠) _ (: з 」 ∠) _
It was really … unbelievable.
When he was painting, he did not think about anything and just subconsciously moved the brush. As a result, this painting … was better than all the oil paintings he had painted before. (*/ω\ *)
It was lively and lively, as if the person in the painting would jump out at any moment.
It was pitch-black outside the house, and only a few scattered stars dotted the night sky. When Wei Jing heard the door open, he ran out of the studio excitedly. "Big Brother."
The young man who had just entered the room was tall and straight. He had handsome features and a slight glance of his long and narrow almond-shaped eyes had an irrefutable domineering aura. At this moment, when he saw the young boy running towards him, the ice in his eyes melted and turned into spring water with an unconscious gentleness and affection. "Why are you running? What if you fall down? "
"Big Brother, Big Brother, come and see my painting." Wei Jing was very excited at this moment. He grabbed his big brother's wrist tightly with both hands and pulled him into the studio.
Wei Zhe had just rushed back from a banquet. There was a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and his head was a little dizzy.
Now that Wei Jing was pulling him forward, he was not angry. He only secretly rubbed his temples with his hands to wake himself up. All these years, Big Brother of the Wei family's principle of raising his younger brother was to praise him when he had the conditions and create the conditions when he did not have the conditions.
"This is me?" The moment Wei Zhe saw the painting, he was a little stunned.
"Yes!" The young boy's eyebrows had already matured, and he could vaguely see the picturesque young boy he would become in the future. His pitch-black curly eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids. His round cat eyes were naturally upturned, and when he looked at others from the corner of his eyes, it was extremely seductive.
"This is Big Brother, this is me. It's just our living room, our home …" The young boy's fair fingers touched the oil painting. The paint had not dried yet, so he did not dare to touch it.
Wei Zhe looked at it for a long time, then he suddenly laughed. Perhaps his drunkenness had clouded his rationality, but he did what he did a long, long time ago. The adult male's well-defined hand passed through the young boy's neck and pulled him into his arms. He mischievously blew a hot breath into the young boy's cute little ear, and said in a low and sexy voice, "Little fool, the you in the painting is different from the real you!"
People could see others every day, but it was very rare to see themselves.
Little fool!
The air conditioner in the house was working quietly, and Wei Jing's mind was blank. At this moment, he was no longer the person he was after his rebirth, but in his previous life … Every time he did something wrong, his brother would hug him and gently call him 'Little Fool'.
"Big … Big Brother … You, you … Why do you call me that?" Wei Jing widened his eyes, and his expression was complicated.
Ah ah ah!!! Could it be that Big Brother was also reborn? Then … Then would he hit him? Hit … If he hit him, then he hit him. He should have hit him anyway. Wei Jing's imagination ran wild, and his brain was filled with all kinds of voices. He was about to explode.
The drunk Wei Zhe did not notice that something was wrong with the young boy. He laughed softly, and his voice was loud enough to make people's ears explode. "Aren't you a little fool?"
Wei Jing: = - =
Wei Jing subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, but he was also a little sad and inexplicably disappointed. It was not 'Big Brother'! That's right, he was alone in his previous life, so wasn't it normal for Big Brother to call him 'Little Fool'?
The young man's body was burning hot, and the young boy's back was pressed against his chest. Wei Jing had difficulty breathing and pushed Wei Zhe. "Big Brother, are you drunk? Go and rest! "
Although Big Brother's business had already started, he still needed to consolidate it. These days, he had been running around outside, and Wei Jing's heart ached when he saw this.
"Yes." Wei Zhe nodded tiredly, and there were already dark circles under his eyes. He glanced at the young boy. "Have you eaten?"
Wei Jing blinked, and blinked again! He lied decisively. "Yes."
"Ha! Little liar. "
Wei Zhe picked up the phone and called his assistant to send up some food. He then turned to look at the young boy who was nervous because his lie was exposed. His face revealed a rare arrogance of an 18-year-old youth. "You dare to lie in front of me? Even if you blinked, I would know what you wanted to do."
Wei Jing was so shocked that his mouth was wide open. Big Brother … Big Brother, you're so powerful? Could this be … an additional 'superpower' after the development of the brain???
"What are you thinking about?" Wei Zhe was amused by his stupid look. He reached out and flicked the young boy's forehead. "I'm lying to you. How do you think I know where the food in the living room is?"
Wei Jing … Wei Jing felt that Big Brother was too bad. How could he bully him like this? _ (: з 」 ∠) _
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