After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

The model is very familiar. It is a small house made by him and Jiang Zetong playing with Lego, but it is not just a small house. There are many colorful wires on it. He reached out to touch it, but there was no response. What to do with it.

He still felt itchy, so he dragged a chair over, took out a sketchbook, and started to draw quickly. The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was very healing. Jiang Bao was fascinated by the drawing, and even Jiang Ze came in I don't know standing behind him.

The same little house turned into a silent film and appeared in the book, and it seemed miraculously that the little house also had life, growing from scratch.Jiang Bao was amused by his own imagination, humming an unknown tune to adjust the details, his calf dangling leisurely, this scene under the setting sun was beautiful like a fairy tale.

Finally finished all the details, Jiang Bao raised his head and stretched his waist. The brick-thick sketchbook slipped from his knees under uneven force. Quickly, caught it for him.

"The drawing is really good." Jiang Zetong held the notebook in his hand, and led the dazed Jiang Bao to the sofa, "How many hours did you draw?"

"I forgot." Jiang Baocai realized that Jiang Zetong was done with his work, and was about to show Jiang Zetong his paintings, but suddenly felt that Jiang Zetong might have already seen them.

Sitting beside Jiang Bao, Jiang Zetong grabbed his painting hand. Just by the feel of his hand, he knew that Jiang Bao had been painting for a long time, and the index finger of his right hand was holding the brush to form a triangle.I can't tell whether it's distressing or gratifying, but the words I speak are gentle and soft, "Next time, hold the pen more lightly, look, your fingers are deformed."

"Then I'll try it next time!" Jiang Bao nodded obediently. This is his old problem with holding the pen, and it can't be changed.

Jiang Zetong didn't know, but it was impossible for him to interrupt Jiang Bao's painting.He let go of Jiang Bao's hand, touched the back of the other's neck, and pushed it twice cleverly, "Is it sour here?"

"It's not sore, it's okay, Brother Jiang, are you tired from the meeting?" Jiang Bao shook his shoulders so that Jiang Zetong wouldn't pinch. He turned around and asked, "Shall I pinch for you?"

"How much strength can you have?" Jiang Zetong laughed at his weak body and strength. Besides, his physical fitness is much better than that of an office worker all the year round. It's only a half-day meeting, so it's really not uncomfortable.

Jiang Ze smiled together, Jiang Bao was not convinced, and insisted on giving it a try. He felt that he was very effective in carrying oil painting buckets and drawing boards all year round.

"Just try Boss Jiang's craftsmanship, and you will be satisfied." Jiang Bao's ten fingers landed on Jiang Zetong's shoulder, and he felt something was wrong as soon as he started pinching it. Every muscle movement of this broad shoulder was reflected in Jiang Bao's body in real time. Thinking, "Well, customer, please take off your coat."

Without further ado, Jiang Zetong took off his suit jacket, which can be said to be quite cooperative with Boss Jiang.

Jiang Bao started to cry without tears, and squeezed a few times in resignation, his mouth soon turned sore, and before he could admit defeat, Jiang Zetong put a hand on him to stop him.

"Boss Jiang's craftsmanship is good. Given time, he will be famous all over the world." Jiang Zetong turned to talk to him, "Take a break, and your hands will hurt for a while."

"I won't be brave in the future." Jiang Bao sat upright, his eyes fell on his hands, and he squeezed his fingers alternately with his left and right hands to relieve the soreness.

If you look closely, the corners of the mouth are curved downward.

Jiang Zetong really didn't know what to do with this younger brother, so he simply pulled the other's hand, and rubbed the acupuncture points with care. Jiang Zetong learned this hand from a respected national player because he was afraid that Jiang Bao would hurt his hand from painting for a long time. While pressing the button, he changed the subject, "I have nothing to do today, let's go to dinner together?"

"Ok!"

It was still bright outside, but the wind at night had a comfortable temperature. Jiang Bao sat next to Jiang Ze when he got in the car, and he didn't have to look for the window.

The car went straight to Jiang Zetongyue's private restaurant, the antique decoration was hidden under layers of creepers, Jiang Bao almost couldn't find a place to knock on the door.

"Be careful where you step." Jiang Zetong put his arms around Jiang Bao's waist, protecting him as he walked forward.

"I haven't eaten here yet, when did you find it." They usually eat together, and there are very few delicious restaurants that Jiang Bao doesn't know about.

Jiang Zetong casually passed by, "I've been here with a client."

Jiang Bao stopped asking, he was really not interested in business affairs, but was very happy to try a new restaurant again, he walked along the corridor, asking Jiang Zetong what kind of dishes he ate last time.

"They are all seasonal dishes. The most amazing dish is a raw pickled crab. The small crab body is full of crab roe, paired with a special sauce, and the taste is perfectly blended."

"You have praised it, it must be delicious, I wonder if it will be available today." Jiang Bao's expectations have increased.

It was the first time he came to the green residence, and everything he saw was new, and most of the time his eyes were on the objects in the yard, what steps and thresholds were under his feet, and who was passing by, all depended on Jiang Zetong's reminders.

So he didn't see Jiang Zetong's flickering bored expression when he passed by an open window.

At the intersection that Jiang Bao didn't know, Jiang Zetong took him to a corner and entered an elegant private room beginning with the word "bamboo". It inherits the same decoration features and adds a lot of bamboo products. No matter from any angle, They are all in line with the name of Green Residence.

"There are only four rooms with plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemums here. They are far away to avoid disturbance among diners. If you want to make friends, you can also walk around in the small garden before and after meals." Seeing Jiang Bao's curiosity, Jiang Zetong gave him Explain one by one.

Jiang Zetong's movements of ironing the bamboo cup were smooth, and he handed it to Jiang Bao, "These bamboo cups are all disposable, and you can take them back as a souvenir."

Jiang Bao turned the bamboo cup around, and at the bottom of the cup, he saw the words "Lvju" carved in a very freehand way, "Simple and exquisite, the boss is really interesting."

"He can't be praised by you, but he is a cook who loves to cook."

"Hey, look what I heard. You Young Master Jiang seldom talk behind your back. I caught you. I wanted to treat you to dinner, but now you don't bleed. Isn't it appropriate?" Before the words were finished, a fat, white middle-aged man walked in, wiping his hands.

Jiang Zetong looked at him with a smile and didn't answer, "Let me introduce, this is the boss of Lvju, just call him Brother Luo, this is my younger brother Jiang Bao."

"Hello, Brother Luo." Jiang Bao called someone, but before he could say anything else, he was enthusiastically cut off by the other party.

"Okay, I just like polite and good kids. Let me show you today's menu. Brother Luo will treat you to a meal!"

Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, salted duck, secret pork ribs, a stack of cold dishes, and a seafood soup after the meal, enough for the two of them to eat.

Although I didn't eat raw salted crabs, today's menu greatly satisfied Jiang Bao's appetite. The vegetables were sweet and the meat was so tender that he didn't even bother to talk to Jiang Zetong. He started chatting after eating half full.Jiang Bao has been thinking about the small house in Jiang Zetong's office for a while.

"Why is that little house connected to colorful wires?"

Jiang Zetong wiped his mouth and said, "That's the project I'm working on now. When it succeeds, I'll show it to you. Before that, you can guess."

Jiang Bao opened his mind, "A house that can be built by itself?"

"No, but the direction is basically right."

"Is it about electricity?"

"It's about energy."

"Technical kind?"

"Comparatively advanced."

"I know! It's a holographic projection!" Jiang Bao felt the projection of the small house flash in his head, and he reached out to touch it, but his palm passed through the model.As soon as the answer came out, Jiang Bao thought of more details, "You also have a lot of books on this in your study."

"Then you have guessed many times." Jiang Zetong teased, seeing that he no longer served vegetables, he filled a bowl of soup.

Jiang Bao pursed his lips, blushing on his cheeks, he didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't help it if he couldn't think of it, he always covered things other than oil paintings like a veil, he whispered Apologize, "I'm sorry brother."

"You don't need to apologize, Baby Jiang, brother is teasing you." Jiang Zetong saw that he was aggrieved, and felt very strange, so he swept away the bad luck of seeing someone he hated before.

On the head of the willow on the moon, Jiang Bao was sent home by Jiang Zetong, like a cat slave who sucked enough cats today, Jiang Bao sucked enough of Jiang Zetong today, and went home happily.

But Jiang Bao, who returned home, did not go to wash and rest, but went into his studio, laid out a canvas, recalled the state of his sketching, and picked up the brush.

He is very confident about the things he paints, and he hardly needs to think about how to paint and stack them. After a while, the prototype of the small house appears on the canvas, but it has more sense of technology than the real thing he has seen. Gone holographic projection.

When the alarm clock rang at eleven o'clock, Jiang Bao froze for a moment, everything in front of him was disappearing rapidly, and the canvas was blank. He rushed forward to check, but woke himself up.

He got up and walked to the studio in a daze, but there was nothing.

Walking to the easel in dismay, Jiang Bao stretched out his hand to stroke it, as if those color blocks would come back.But nothing happened, he clenched his palms and forced himself to close his eyes.

The small house was gradually built in the empty mind, starting from Lego blocks, and gradually became the appearance with wires. In the blink of an eye or for many years, a glass-like phantom appeared above the small house connected with colored wires.

So clear, there's no way he couldn't draw it!

He started to do the same thing as in the dream, but just after laying a layer of color, he couldn't continue. His wrist was trembling, and it was difficult to draw a straight line.

The foundation that had been laid was ruined by his shaking hands, and all the colors were wrong. Jiang Bao couldn't control the depression in his chest, so he pushed the easel to the ground in a rage, and the smashed paint was all over the floor.

The wrist was tightly strangled by himself, and hopeless emotions flooded the top of his head.

What should I do?any idea?