Le Cheng and the other two were also embarrassed. They had thought that Wei Jing would be cannon fodder, but in the end, the other party had turned around and crushed them.
"You've learned oil painting before?" The senior looked at the young man curiously with her big round eyes.
"Yes." Wei Jing nodded honestly. "I've learned oil painting for four years, but I'm not good at it. The teacher often scolds me."
The senior and Le Cheng: "…" Hahaha! Do you know that you'll be struck by lightning for being pretentious?
The homeroom teacher could be said to be in a good mood at this time. She patted Wei Jing's shoulder with deep relief and said with pride, "Okay, you guys go to class! Leave this painting to me. Wei Jing, do your best. Don't slack off. Try to get into the top three. "
After Wei Jing looked at the other two's paintings, he had regained some confidence. "I'll try my best."
The Youth Oil Painting Competition started by collecting oil paintings from all over the country. After rounds of selection, the top 100 would be chosen. They would then paint on the spot for the judges to appraise. The top 20 would be chosen, and the winner would be chosen from the top 20.
After leaving the office, the three of them walked along the school corridor.
Le Cheng's fair face was slightly red. His black fringe covered his eyes and his thin lips were tightly pursed. He thought about what he had said to comfort Wei Jing and felt very embarrassed. With his painting skills, he still had the nerve to say that others could work hard.
"Wei Jing, you're really good. I've also learned oil painting for a long time, but my paintings are not as good as yours," the senior complimented. The senior female student praised. Her fair face was full of smiles, and her long black hair was blown by the wind, bringing with it a burst of fragrant scent.
Wei Jing let out an 'ah' and said, "But senior sister, you have a lot of things to learn! Piano, dance, Go … oil painting is just one of them. I'm not as good as you. I don't have the energy to learn anything else just by learning how to paint. "
The young man's voice was sincere and not pretentious. Even Xia Susu, who was used to being praised, was overjoyed when she heard it.
She waved her hand and smiled reservedly. She said modestly, "You're flattering me. You're more talented than me. Good luck! When you become a great painter in the future! "
This was the first time Wei Jing heard someone say that he was … talented. He blinked and looked at the girl with his beautiful cat eyes. His eyes were bright and innocent. When no one could see him, he clenched his fists tightly. His palms were covered in sweat. He unconsciously asked carefully, "I'm … very talented in this area??"
"Of course." Xia Susu said matter-of-factly, "You're only 12 years old this year, and you can already paint such a painting. You'll definitely be better in the future." After saying that, she looked the young man up and down. She frowned and slapped him hard on the back. "Hey! Twelve years old is the prime of youth. How can you be so lethargic like an old man? Raise your head, straighten your back, hold your head high and puff your chest out. Your grades are excellent, your family background is good, and you even know how to draw … What's so good about you … Uh, you're not confident. "
After thinking for a while, Xia Susu finally found the right words.
Oh! Although her junior looked good when he lowered his head and looked a little worried and timid, but … a confident 'man' was more beautiful, wasn't it?
Wei Jing covered his mouth and laughed out loud. His eyebrows were curved and he looked beautiful. "Senior, you're a little different from what I imagined."
"What do you think I am?" Xia Susu raised her eyebrows and looked at him with an expression that said, "If you dare to say anything bad about me, I'll kill you."
Wei Jing tilted his head and thought for a while. He said, "A gentle and virtuous fairy who doesn't eat the food of mortals."
This time, it was Xia Susu's turn to laugh. She laughed so hard that her image was ruined. "Oh my God! You're so funny. You've watched too many idol dramas! Eat more walnuts to nourish your brain. Child, I feel sorry for you. One look and I can tell that you're easy to bully. "
Wei Jing: = - =
"Alright, stop teasing him." Along the way, Le Cheng's expression had returned to normal. "Stop laughing. If others see it …"
As soon as his voice fell, the expression on Xia Susu's face suddenly changed. The early morning sun shined on her body, creating a warm halo around her. Today, she wore a white dress that went past her knees. Her legs that were exposed outside were very fragile. There was a faint smile on her face that was as gentle as water.
Two male classmates who happened to pass by blushed and stole glances at her. They muttered, "Senior Xia …"
One look and you could tell that they were Xia Susu's fans.
Wei Jing: = - =
Oh my God! This contrast is too big. Can't you be more sincere and less scheming?
Le Cheng's expression was also cold. He looked straight ahead as he walked past the girl and stood beside Wei Jing. He used his actions to show that — — I don't know her at all.
Xia Susu snorted and pursed her lips. "What's so strange about that? Do you dare say that you don't have a different side to you? "
Wei Jing was speechless. Who didn't have a little secret? But … Senior Xia, this contrast was too big. He couldn't take it! Wei Jing took a deep breath and told himself not to panic. He thought about how Nie Ningle, that spoiled brat with princess syndrome, had now become a tyrant in primary school. She was in high spirits.
So … there was nothing wrong with Xia Susu!
But … he still wanted to kneel.
Perhaps Wei Jing's performance was too shocking. When they parted, Le Cheng patted him on the shoulder understandingly and said, "Take it easy. I was almost bewitched by her back then. Fortunately, I discovered her true colors in the end."
Wei Jing: "…"
Do you think you can beat the White Bone Demon three times?
***
At the Yan family.
Wei Zhe, who was already an adult, sat on the black leather sofa with a lukewarm smile on his face. His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "Sorry, I have to go home tonight."
The lively atmosphere suddenly quieted down. Everyone looked at Old Master Yan who was sitting in the main seat.
Old Master Yan was already in his seventies. His hair was all white and his face was full of wrinkles. He was wearing a loose Tang suit and a string of Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist. "Why are you going back? It's not easy for you to come here. You don't even want to rest for a night? "
"There's still a child at home. I don't feel safe leaving him alone." Wei Zhe took a sip of hot tea and said.
"That illegitimate child?" Old Master Yan frowned. Everyone else looked unhappy. After all, Wei He's illegitimate child was something they couldn't bear. "Although the past is in the past, it doesn't mean that you can raise his illegitimate child. Have you heard of raising a tiger will only invite calamity?"
When his daughter died, Old Master Yan's health almost collapsed.
She was a precious child in his hands! The daughter he had doted on for so many years was gone just like that. How could he not be sad? How could he not be heartbroken?
"Wei Jing is only twelve years old this year. Mother's death has nothing to do with him." Yan Xiaoya died when Wei Zhe was three years old.
Old Master Yan obviously understood this. However, he was unhappy when he saw Wei He's child — except for Wei Zhe. He snorted coldly and said reluctantly, "You want to see the child, right? When the time comes, you can bring him over too. "
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