After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

"Aunt Zhang, where is Jiang Jiang, why don't you come to have breakfast."

Yesterday, Jiang and his wife went to the banquet, and they came back very late. They thought that Jiang Bao had a rest, so they didn't talk to Jiang Bao, but this early in the morning, there was no one in sight. Maybe Jiang Bao didn't come back and slept at Jiang Ze's house. ?

"Go back to Madam, the cleaner said that the young master is not in the bedroom, and the door of the studio next door is locked... The young master may be in the studio." Aunt Zhang said uncertainly.

"This kid can't fight like this for the competition, I'll go up and have a look." Lin Zhiqi was not a procrastinator, so he got up and looked for Jiang Bao.

"No need for mom, I'll come down after washing up." Jiang Bao happened to open the door and heard their conversation, not wanting Lin Zhiqi to see the bad scene in the studio, so Jiang Bao took the initiative to speak.

Lin Zhiqi watched from downstairs, and felt that Jiang Bao was a little forced to smile today, so she didn't ask any questions, thinking that if she had any questions, she would talk about it after breakfast.

Jiang Bao shook his numb arm into the bedroom, pushed the door shut with his back, and stayed in the studio for half the night. He didn't have the strength to think about it, and the result of falling asleep was to wake up with sore body, Jiang Bao Bao touched his forehead, praying in his heart that he would never catch a cold.

If I have a cold, I am embarrassed to go to Jiang Ge.

The crumpled pajamas were still in the dirty clothes basket after he took them off. He turned on the hot water and let the shower pour down from the top of his head. Goosebumps immediately formed on his cool skin. Gradually glows a large pink.

This color should look good when used to paint the roof.

Jiang Bao came out wrapped in a bathrobe. He wiped his hair while looking at his arms. Adding a little silver to this color, and then...

"Ah!"

"Good boy! Mom said why you haven't come yet. It's cold in the wind. Put on your clothes and go to eat with mom, and then take some medicine." Lin Zhiqi waited for a long time before Jiang Bao came down, and told Zhang Auntie reheated the breakfast, and she came up to call Jiang Bao.

"I'm fine, mom, I'm really fine."

"Baby, listen to me."

Looking at the long-sleeved clothes that Lin Zhiqi opened the closet and found for himself, Jiang Bao suddenly felt that he would have a cold if he didn't have a cold, "It's still [-] degrees outside, if you can't wear long-sleeved clothes, you will suffer from heat stroke."

Lin Zhiqi was already looking for a match for Jiang Bao's lower body. If Jiang Bao hadn't reminded her of the temperature outside, Jiang Bao would definitely be wearing long trousers and long sleeves. Call and ask."

"..."

In the end, Jiang Bao dragged Lin Zhiqi down to have breakfast, and after breakfast, he would like to offer a cup of Radix Banlangen Granules.

"I'm done drinking, I'll go to the studio to find inspiration first."

"Go ahead, pay attention to the balance between work and rest, I'll get your father up for dinner."

Jiang Bao knew that his father didn't like to get up for breakfast after drinking, and he was no stranger to his mother's behavior, so they split up.

Originally, Jiang Bao planned to go directly to Jiang Zetong, but he couldn’t leave the studio upstairs alone. If the family went in on a whim and saw the studio he angered, he might make his parents worry. He didn’t want them to be like his dream. quarrel like that.

Back in the studio, Jiang Bao quickly closed the door, there was almost no clean place under his feet, the oil paint was mixed with water stains on the floor, dirty and no longer as bright as before.The easel was still upside down, and the tools were scattered all over the place. It didn't look like the neat painting style here before.

Jiang Bao didn't tidy up the house much, but he tidied up the studio a lot. He swiftly lifted up the easel and put away the tools, packed them in buckets, like a hardworking bee flying among the flowers.

In the end, all that was left was the floor and some stained walls. Even the carpet he slept on last night was so dirty that he needed to replace it with a new one.Jiang Bao couldn't handle these things, so he handed them over to the servants at home.

After finishing all these tasks, he saw that it was past nine o'clock. He packed his books in a hurry, carried his bag and ran out, just in time to be caught by Jiang's father who was eating in the restaurant.

"Baby, you haven't said good morning to Dad yet, so where are you going in a hurry." The sourness in Jiang Shang's words almost filled the vinegar bottle at home.

Jiang Bao's pace slowed down all of a sudden. He didn't know the reason why his father said that, but he knew that his father was going to be sad to act again after leaving now. He had no choice but to say, "Good morning, Dad, is your head still hurting?"

"It doesn't hurt, I'm refreshed!" Jiang Shang, who was greeted carefully by his son, felt that he could fight another three hundred cups. What kind of headache, the wine they drank didn't hurt at all.

"Then I still have something to do, so I'll go first, goodbye, Dad." Jiang Bao smiled with a dimple on one side, and when he turned around, he walked away briskly and without hesitation.

Jiang Bao habitually looked left and right after going out, and continued walking outside after seeing the figure of the bodyguard. arrive.

After waving with Aqiang and Azhuang, Jiang Bao bypassed the villa and went directly to the garden behind.

"Good morning Grandpa Jiang, good morning Brother Jiang."

"Jiang Jiang is here, sit down and chat with grandpa. Your brother is boring. It's the company to open and shut up while playing chess."

Jiang Zetong smiled without saying a word, but his horses led the army without hesitation.

Grandpa Jiang's face froze, and he cleared his throat tactically, "Stop playing, let's drink tea and chat."

Jiang Bao liked Grandpa Jiang very much, and chatted with him as soon as Huatou came up, "I also drank this tea in Brother Jiang's office, it smells so good."

"Hey, I gave it to him, or he can appreciate it? A workaholic." Grandpa Jiang narrowed his eyes and took a sip, not daring to drink too much. If he can't sleep at night, Jiang Zetong should confiscate it from him again. Confiscation is a small matter, but losing face is a major matter. How can he fool children in the future.

"Brother Jiang is serious, and he will succeed in whatever he does." Jiang Bao held the tea cup and sipped bit by bit.

Hearing that Mr. Jiang laughed, he could immediately see the demeanor of his youth. He is actually a senior, and he is actually at a healthy age. This can be seen from the fact that he is still the head of the Jiang family. Although he went to the company Time is running out, but no one can surpass him, including his unsatisfactory son.

But fortunately, God still favored their Jiang family, and let him Jiang family produce such an outstanding young man as Jiang Zetong.

Don't look at Mr. Jiang's complaints, in fact, his heart is already full of joy. Jiang Bao can't figure out these twists and turns, but he knows that Brother Jiang's work ability is something worthy of praise, and his father always praises him behind his back. Been many times.

The two of them used Jiang Zetong as the topic, and they had a lively chat, but Jiang Zetong couldn't get in the mouth, and his face couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurriedly dragged him to the study room under the pretext of having to give Jiang Bao a extra lesson.

"Are you ready?" Jiang Zetong washed his hands and asked Jiang Bao who was sitting at the desk.

"Ready, I have brought several physics books." Jiang Bao nodded.

When he was in school, he found that he could keep up with other subjects, only physics, like listening to the bible, and it happened that Jiang Zetong could do everything, so the two of them set a weekend to make up lessons, and they confirmed the units to make up during dinner yesterday. Let's start with the simplest force decomposition.

On the clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand jumped two grids.

"Come on, you do this question and test the results."

Jiang Zetong got up straight, and walked around the study before leaving the desk, which gave Jiang Bao a sense of security to do the questions alone.

"The inclined plane and the small wooden block are relatively static... What is the friction force..." Jiang Baolai read the question back and forth three times before he remembered what he should do. He changed a pencil and started to decompose it on the small wooden block.

The serious and focused child brought a peaceful atmosphere. Jiang Zetong almost forgot how he was tortured for these two hours. He thought that he might be wrong, and he should not have promised Jiang Bao to study physics. He did not want to study the universe. Mystery, just know that you can't fly if you stand on the earth.

"Brother Jiang! I made it! The friction force is equal to three cows, right?"

"Yes! Let's go, I'll reward you with a sumptuous lunch." Jiang Zetong opened the door of the study and gave a gentleman's salute. At the same time, he was ashamed of his own thoughts. He couldn't and didn't have the right to prevent Jiang Bao from becoming a better person. No matter what angle you stand on.

Jiang Bao didn't know what kind of ideological transformation Jiang Zetong had experienced. He was still immersed in the joy of making physics problems. At that moment, Jiang Bao felt that physics problems were much more interesting than drawing!The knowledge points investigated in the topic can be traced, but the inspiration and hands of painting are difficult to control.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Jiang Bao's smile dropped a little, and a layer of worry was cast in his eyes.

In the afternoon, Jiang Zetong did not make up lessons for Jiang Bao. After all, it was Monday tomorrow, and he still had to combine work and rest, and consolidate what he had learned in the morning. The two of them had nothing to do, so they watched a movie at home.

The luxurious movie theater was filled with Jiang Bao’s favorite snacks. He took off his shoes and leaned on the back of the chair. While massaging, he watched the Superman fight in the movie. When he saw Superman shuttle between the stars, he also paid attention to the color of the picture. After comparing it with my memory, I always feel that the movie is a little distorted.

Jiang Bao didn't remember what was said in the second half of the movie. When he was brought back to his senses by Jiang Zetong's hand, he was still simulating color grading in his mind.

"It's over, is the curtain call so good?" Jiang Zetong was also immersed in the movie. Just as he was about to turn his head to exchange the content of the movie with Jiang Bao, he found that the child was still staring at the screen. Part [-], shall we continue watching?"

"No, I ate a lot of snacks, let's go for a walk."

The remote control that manages the lights has always been with Jiang Bao, but now he forgot, and just stood up first, waiting for Jiang Zetong to take him out.

"I lost my mind, what's the matter, Jiang Baobao, tell my brother." Jiang Zetong found out when he was having lunch, Jiang Bao was absent-minded, so he prepared enough snacks for him when he was watching a movie, but his mood was still not good Gao, Jiang Zetong vaguely had an answer in his heart.

In the dimly lit room, Jiang Bao seemed to have a lot of courage out of thin air, but some sad and dark thoughts rushed to his face. He opened his mouth, wondering if he should talk to Jiang Zetong about the oil painting.